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OBERLIN,  O.: 

PUBLISHED  BY  E,  J.  GOODRICH. 

1370. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1875, 
By  E.  J.  GOODRICH, 
In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


J.   W.   TAYLOB, 

MUSIC    ELECTBOTYPBR, 

15    VANDEWATSR    ST.,   J*.    V. 


JOHN    BOSS   A    00. 
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PREFACE. 


The  design  of  this  little  book  is  to  furnish  in  con- 
venient form,  for  daily  use  in  the  family,  the  class-' 
room,  the  chapel,  and  the  prayer  meeting,  the  hymns 
and  tunes  generally  called  for,  and  most  approved. 

The  selection  of  hymns  has  been  made  by  Com- 
mittees from  the  College  Faculty,  and  from  the  two 
Congregational  Churches  in  this  place.  They  have 
taken  as  the  basis  of  the  work,  the  little  book  of 
"  Hymns  for  Social  Worship,"  so  long  in  use  here 
but  have  omitted  many  hymns  and  have  added  main- 
others.  Prof.  F.  B.  Rice,  of  the  Oberlin  Conservatory, 
has  performed  the  work  of  selecting  and  arranging  the 
music. 

The  aim  has  been  to  make  the  book  so  small  and 
inexpensive,  and  withal  so  satisfactory  in  the  variety 
of  hymns  and  tunes  presented,  that  families  and  classes 
and  churches  might  be  induced  very  generally  to  ob- 
tain  and  use  it. 

COMPILERS. 
Oberlin,  July,  1875. 


INDEX   OF  SUBJECTS. 


Activity,  54,  130,  263. 

Adoration,  1,  2,  3,  4,  13,  17,  18,  21,  22,  39,  12. 

Bible,  185,186,  187,188. 

CHRIST.  His  Advent,  15,  16,  224,  225. 

His  Character,  12,  20,  34,  47. 

His  Work,  21,  23,  30, 32,  46,  48,  86,  90,  101, 170,  217,  230. 

Grateful  Love  to  Christ,  25,  26,  27,  44,  45,  53,  70,  73,  74, 
78,104,  164,231,  233. 

Trust  in  Christ,  37,  38,  62,  81,  85,  95,  96.  98,  108,  115, 116, 
136,  147,  148,  157,  167,  169,  240,  251,  264,  266,  270. 
Christian  Blessedness,  49,  55,  104,  112,  143, 145, 173. 
Church,  91,  103, 113. 

Communion  with  God,  138,  139,  149,  212. 
Confession,  76.  77,  106.  [12;>,  128,  129,  134. 

Conflict  and  Courage,  114,  115,  118,  119,  120,  121,  123,  124, 
Consecration,  29,  84,  89,  117,  135,  144,  198,  274. 
Conviction,  87,  250,  251. 

Death,  235,  236,  237,  238,  239,  241,  242,  243,  244,  245,  248,  255. 
Evening,  67,  194,  195,  197,  207,  208,  210,  211,  213,  214,  216,  218. 
Expostulation,  141,  152,  153,  156,  158, 159,  166. 
Faith,  65,  82. 

Faithfulness,  66,  71,  114,  123,  125,  130,  135, 
Fellowship,  203,  259. 
God,   His  Attributes,  6,  8, 11,  41. 

His  Providence.  5,  24,  28,  88. 
Gospel,  19,^43,  l^;6- ogpel)  17^  u^  m  178>  179>  180>  18,f 

182,  183,  184,  189. 
Hkvven  132.  133,  151,  154,  155.  205,  234,  216.  252,  253,  254,  256. 

257,258,259,261,267,269,271,272,273. 
1  Ioly  Spirit,  40,  51.  ['-'  •'• 

Invitation,  68,  69,  80,  111,  142,  160,  161, 162, 168,  169  175,  268 
Judgment,  247,  249.  ['49, 150,  229. 

Longing  for  Holiness,  12,  50, 63, 64,  75, 84,  102. 137,  140, 146, 
Morning,  204,  206,  209.  213. 
National,  219,  220,221. 

Pr  vvi?r:'7?9^0,  28,  56,  57,  58,  59,  60.  61 ,  79,  94, 196,  212. 
LtKST,  33,  97,  107,109,  110,  172,  256,  257,  261. 

SabbIth,  lll\  Wij  192,  193,  194,  195,  199,  200,  226. 

%™ZTa*?T*$  82;  83,  92,  93,  99,  100,  105,  126,  131, 

173,  215.  232,  260,  275. 
Tiivnksgiving  and  Praise,  52,  202,  227,  228. 
Warning,  72,  158,  159,  163,  165,  250,  277. 
Watchfulness,  66,  122,  124,  264. 


SACRED     SONGS 


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FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skie3, 
Let  the  Creators  praise  arise; 
Let  the  Redeemers  name  be  sunir 
Through  even*  land,  by  every  tongue 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord: 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  sun3  shall  rise  and  set  no  more ! 

L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son*  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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VT  What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
J,et  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trilling  cares; 
While  thy  eternal  thoughts  move  on 

Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we; 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 


II  Y  M  N  S 


WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  Burveys, 
Transported  with  the  vv  w,  I'm  lost 
in  wonder,  love,  and  prai 

2  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ: 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  ln-art 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

3  Through  every  period  of  my  lift' 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursu  : 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

4  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  sons  I'll  raise: 

But.  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


p  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
IT  His  wonders  to  perform; 
lie  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


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LORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seeu  me  through; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours. 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Oh.  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


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OTHOU  that  hearest  prayer  ! 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  thy  sen-ants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high: 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  LordI 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply  ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

:)  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou: 
We,  children  of  thy  grace: 
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THE  pity  of  the  Lord 
To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel : 
lie  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  hut  dust, 

Scattered  with  every  breath; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  lind 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 


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Bi!II<  >U>  the  throne  of  grace: 
The  promise  calls  me  neat ; 
-us  shows  :t  smiling  face, 
Ami  wails  to  answi  r  prayer. 

2  My  soul !    ask  what  thou  wilt: 
Thou  canst  not  In-  too  bold: 

•  his  own  blood  fur  thoo  he  spilt, 
What  else  can  he  withhold'.' 

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Thy  presence  and  thy  love; 

I  ask  to  Berye  thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 

4  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith  ; 
Conform  my  will  to  thine: 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death. 
Ami  then  in  glory  shine. 


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JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
The   heart  of  every  saint. 
Invites  us,  all  our  irriefs  to  tell, 
To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear— 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Then  let  us  wait,  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  : 
Yes,  though  he  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry. 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  ; 
II  ■  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 


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Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  bus)7  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  Ev'n  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streametn, 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above: 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


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SAVIOUR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 
Much  we  need  thy  tender  care  ! 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us  ; 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare : 

Blessed  Jesus! 
Thou  hast  bought  us.  thine  we  are. 

2  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 
Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free.: 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Let  us  early  turn  to  thee. 

3  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor; 

Early  let  us  learn  thy  will; 
Do  thou.  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 
"With  thy  love  our  bosoms  fill: 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Thou  hast  loved  us,— love  us  still ! 


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LET  as  with  a  joyful  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind: 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  lie.  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light: 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  All  things  living  he  doth  feed; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless, 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness: 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful  ever  sure. 

6  Let  lis,  then,  with  dadsome  mind, 
Fraise  the  Lord,  tor  he  is  kind: 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


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OKCE  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode: 
The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

2  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose ! 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all: 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease; 
And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

4  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o  er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 
The  Star—  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


ANTIOCH.    C.  M. 


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JOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  ]King ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ; 
While  fields  and  Hoods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground: 
He  comes  to  make  the  blessings  How 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  lie  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


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HARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above: 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love: 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

'2  King  of  glory,  reign  forever! 
Thine  an  everlasting  crown: 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own: 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
1 1  siined  to  behold  thy  face. 

:;  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing; 

Bring,  oh.  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away! 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing. 
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COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus  ! " 
"Worthy  the  Lamb  ! :'  our  lips  reply, 
"For  he  was  slain  for  us. "; 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine  ! 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air.  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 


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COMB,  lei  us  lift  onrjoyful  i 
Op  to  tin-  courts  above, 
Ami  smile  i"  Bee  oar  father  there, 

Upon  a  throne  of  low. 

2  Come,  let  us  bow  before  his  feet. 

And  venture  near  the  Lord: 
No  fiery  cherubs  guard  hi- 
Nor  double-flaming  swore). 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son; 

High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

•t  To  thee  teli  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high: 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King:, 
Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

19.  CM. 

SALVATION  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound ! 


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Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 

But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


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"AJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour*s  brow; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 


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2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  Hew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

\  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive, 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine. 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give. 
Lord  !  they  should  all  be  thine. 


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The  glories  of  my  God  and  King; 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 


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gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  df  thy  name. 

o  Jesus  !  the  name  that  calms  our 

Thai  hi. Is  our  Borrow* 
T  is  music  to  my  ravished  tars. 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  p 

4  He  hreaks  the  power  of  reigning  Bin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean: 
His  blood  availed  forme. 


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22.  '  CM. 

Y  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys. 
The  life  of  my  delights 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begnh: 

He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  lie  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  ! teams  of  sacred  bliss. 

While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine. 
And  whispers,  I  am  his  ! 

•i  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word. . 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 

T  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe: 
The  wimrs  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


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23.  L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sin,^  the  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free ! 
Loving-kindness,  loving-kindness, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free. 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall. 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good ! 

•  4-  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale : 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
Oh,  may  my  hist  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindnesss  Bing  in  death! 


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DUNDEE.    C.  M. 


0G<  >D,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  fur  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home  ! 
Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure; 
Sufficient  is  thiue  arm  alone, 

And  our  defense  is  sure. 
Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame. 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 
Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

•■  Betorn  ye  sons  of  men:  " 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 

And  turn  to  earth  again. 
Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away: 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 
Our  God.  our  help  in  acres  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 

And  our  eternal  home ! 


24 


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25.  C.  M. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 


2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  1  treast ; 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


4  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


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26.  C  M. 

JESUSJ  the  very  thought  of  thee 
With  gladness  fills  my  breast; 
Bui  dearer  far  thy  face  bo  - 
And  in  thy  presence  rest 

•  cm  .-in--,  uor  heart  can  frame, 
Nor  can  the  memory  find 

eter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
Saviour  el  mankind! 

I  [tope  -'f  every  contrite  heart! 
o  .Joy  of  all  the  meek! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art. 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 
',  And  those  who  find  thee,  find  a  bliss 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  Bhow: 
The  love  of  Jesus— what  it  is. 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 
5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou! 
As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be; 
Jesus,  be  thou  our  dory  now, 
And  through  eternity ! 


C.  M. 

IT  1 1  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  abqye: 

His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness- 
It  melts  with  pitying  love. 


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2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean. 
For  lie  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears; 
And.  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  ''very  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power; 
We  Shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


26 


SEGUR.    8s,  7s  &  4. 


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,  7s  &  4. 


GUIDE  mo,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand; 

Bread  of  heaven  ! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain. 

Whence  the  healing  waters  How; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  me  ali  my  journey  through; 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 
Bear  meVer  the  raging  billows. 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side; 

Songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


COWPER.     CM.         DR.  L.  mason.      27 

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THERE  is  u  fountain  tilled  with  blood. 
Drawn  from  Immanuers  veins; 
And  sinners,  plnnged  beneath  that  Hood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

Dear,  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Sli all  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since  by  faith.  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  mv  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 
Then,  in  a  noble*1,  sweeter  song:; 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

8s,  7s  & 

11/ELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer ! 
VV    Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine; 
Lord  !  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine; 
Thine  entirely, — 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 


28 


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DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  Hoods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear: 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  i*  found, 

And  weeping  is  not  there. 


32. 


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OT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 


S.  M 


Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  slain. 


I  J  M.NS. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away  — 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
Ami  richer  blood  than  they. 

o  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
\  >n  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  1  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  hack  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  boar 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

o  Believing  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


29 


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S.  M. 

II.  whore  shall  rest  be  found — 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh: 

'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
there  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 

Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  1 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun; 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


30 


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dear  Kedeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 


2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 


3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer : 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  hen- 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


HYMNS.  31 

35.  L-  * 

0  CHRIST!  with  each  returning mora 
Thine  iihag<  to  our  heart  be  i>orne; 
And  in:iy  we  •  •>>  r  clearly  Bee 
Our  i ; * » 1 1  and  aaviour,  Lord,  in  thee! 

1  All  hallowed  be  our  walk  this  day; 
May  meeknesa  form  our  early  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noontide  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright 

:;  May  urac-  each  Idle  thought  control, 
And  sanctify  our  wayward  soul; 
May  guile  depart,  and  malice  cease, 
And  all  within  bejoy  and  peace. 

4  Our  daily  course,  O  Jesus  bless  ; 
Make  plain  the  way  of  holiness: 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  cheer  at  last  our  journey's  end. 

36.  L.  It 

MY  God, permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee; 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth. 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cling  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Tall  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense: 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
.     And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone: 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find.. 


MARTYN.    7s.  D. 


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37. 


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JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul ! 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour !  hide. 
Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide : 
Oh  !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none,— 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed. 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head. 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found- 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make  and  keep  me  pun1  within: 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
JJise  to  all  eternity. 


TOPLADY.    7s.  61. 

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38. 


"DOCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
J-^  Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Lei  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  riven  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  curt1; 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power, 

2  Gould  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow- 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone : 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  ! 
Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

:;  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
3    •  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, — 
Rock  of  Ages  !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  mvself  in  thee. 


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ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Sinners  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget, 

The  wormwood  and  the  gull ; 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

4  Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all! 


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nOME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
^  With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise: 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Come,  Iloly  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ! 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


SILVER  STREET.    S.  M 


41, 


S.  M 


MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great : 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  his  wrath  is  felt. 
Its  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes. 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins. 

And  his  forgiving  love. 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 


4  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread. 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace. 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 


HYMNS.  37 

42.  9.  M 

A  MAKE,  and  fling  the  sons: 
Of  Ifosee  and  the  Lamb] 
Wake  every  lit-art.  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name! 


I  Sing  of  his  dying  love; 
Biagol  his  rising  power: 
Sin^  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whuse  sins  he  bore. 

3  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"Ye  blessed  children,  come!" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away 
To  our  eternal  home. 

4  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  ■wetter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 


43.  S.  M. 

p  RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
VJ  Harmonious  to  the  ear; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrou3  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road : 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

i  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days: 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


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44.  C.  P.  M 

|H,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears. 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne: 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


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COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasin<r, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 


2  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  Oh.^o  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

4  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here's  my  heart;  oh,  take,  and  seal  it; 
Seal  it  for  tbv  courts  above! 


JAYNES.    8s&7s.  D 


8s  &  7s. 


YES,  for  me,  for  me  he  careth 
With  a  brother's  tender  care; 
Yes,  with  me,  with  me  he  shareth 
Every  burden,  every  fear. 

2  Yes,  for  me  he  standeth  pleading, 

At  the  mercy-seat  above; 

Ever  for  me  interceding,  • 

Constant  in  untiring  love. 

3  Yes,  in  me  abroad  he  sheddeth 

Joys  unearthly,  love  and  light; 
And  to  cover  me  he  spreadeth 
His  paternal  wing  of  might. 

4  Yes,  in  me,  in  me  he  dwelleth; 

I  in  him,  and  he  in  me; 
And  my  empty  soul  he  tilleth, 
Here  and  through  eternity. 


47. 


II  YMNS. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
w .  ii  .;>  Berves  the  aume  pj  Friend; 
nd  a  brothi 

y.  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
Which  nf  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

t'ould  or  wouM  have  .-lied  his  blood? 
Bat  our  Jesus  (fled  to  hive  us 

Reconciled  in  ftitn  to  GJoa 
when  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  ail  glory  raised, 

IK1  rejoices  in  tin-  same. 
Oh.  tor  gnfte  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us.  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas:  forget  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 
BADEA.    S.  M. 


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48. 


THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is,  £ 

I  shall  be  well  supplied; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  beside  ? 
He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 

And  full  salvation  flows. 
Dear  Shepherd  !  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore: 
And  guard  me  with  thy  watchful  eye, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


ERNAN.    L.  M. 


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L.  M 


BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty. 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given. 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart  ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  souls  .that  thirst  for  grao\ 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness. 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams,  and  living  bread. 

4  Blest  are  the  pure  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 


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HYMN*.  43 

50.  L-  M. 

\ II  that  I  could  fol  ever  dwell. 

Belighttd  at  fte  Savior's  feet; 

Behold  thf  form  I  love  so  well. 

And  all  his  tender  words  repeat  ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul. 
And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  blis3, 
Oh  !  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  ? 

;*»  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize  — 
A  life  of  penitential  love; 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 
And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above. 

4  Thus  would  I  live  till  nature  fail, 
And  all  my  former  sins  forsake; 
Then  rise  to  God  within  the  vail, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 

51.  L.  Mo 

COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  lijzht  and  comfort  from  above. 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide. 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Lead  us  to  holiness— the  road 

Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

3  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  re3t, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bli3s  to  share- 
Fullness  of  joy  for  ever  there! 


ROCKINCHAM.    L.  M 


52.  L.  M. 

p  OD  of  my  life !  through  all  my  days 
^*   My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  my  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  thro'  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  can  not  speak. 


But,  oh  !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  llesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 


HYMNS.  45 

53.  L-  M. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee? 

Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glories  shim1  through  endless  days! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No,  when  1  blosh  he  this  my  shame, 
That  I  DO  more  revere  his  name. 

o  Ashamed  <>f  Jesus  !  yes.  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  Sway 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then— nor  is  my  boasting  vain— 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And.  Oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

54.  L.  M. 

GO.  labor  on ;  spend  and  be  spent, — 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will : 
It  is  way  the  Master  went; 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go.  labor  on;  't  is  not  for  naught; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain; 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  "thee  not ; 
The  Master  praises,  —what  are  men  ? 

3  Go,  labor  on ;  enough  while  here, 

If  lie  shall  praise  thee,  if  he  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer; 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on.  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice; 

Tor  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
The  midnight  peal:  '-Behold.  I  come!" 


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55.  

THERE  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 
Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace : 
Oh,  be  that  refuge  mine ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side. 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair, 

Of  love  and  truth  divine; 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir ! 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine ! 

4  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 


CM. 


II  Y  MNS, 


56.  —  0.  It 

ALMIGHTY  God.  in  humble  prayer. 
To  thee  our  seals  we  lift: 
l>.>  thou  nur  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

'J  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth, 
Along  <»ur  path  to  Bow; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below; 

.';  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 
May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  n<»t  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power— 
Li  st  we  should  go  astray. 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom:  Lord,  impart 
The  knowledge  how  to  live ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

57.  CM.' 

DEAR  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  for  shelter  iiies. 
'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  near; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high. 

An  1  banish  every  fear. 

.*;  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  constant  aid  impart: 
Oh.  Let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
.Sustain  my  trembling  heart ! 

4  Oh.  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ! 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thv  feet 


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T71R0M  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
J-    From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'  rTis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 

A  place,  than  all  besides,  more  sweet: 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far.  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 


3  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat! 


SWEET  HOUR  OF  PRAYER.    L.  M.  D.  49 

W.  V.  BBADBDBT,  hyper. 


L.  M.  D. 


SWEET  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
That  calls  me  frum  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief. 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief. 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 
To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless; 
Ana  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care,  !i 
And  wait  for  thee,'  sweel  hour  of  prayer. 


EVAN.    CM. 


60. 


CM 


APPROACH,  my  soul !  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer: 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh : 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord  !  am  I. 

3  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 


0  !  wondrous  love— to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name ! 


I1YMN8.  51 

61.  C.  M. 

Oil  tha|  I  knew  the  secret  place. 
Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
1  \i  soread  mv  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  niy  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain; 
llow  grace  decays  and  comfort  die3 
And  icave.-  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  wiiii  my  God  ! 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake — 
I'd  plead  my  Savior's  blood. 

4  Arise,  my  soul !  from  deep  distress 

And  banish  every  fear ; 
Be  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

62.  C.  M. 

TO  whom,  my  Savior,  shall  I  go, 
If  I  depart  from  thee  ? 
My  snide  through  all  this  vale  of  woe, 
And  more  than  all  to  me. 

2  The  world  rejects  thy  gentle  reign, 

And  pays  thy  death  with  scorn, 
Oh!  they 'could  plat  thy  crown  again, 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 

3  But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 
To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above  — 
And  can  we  ever  part  ? 

4  Ah,  no.  with  thee  I'll  walk  below, 

My  journey  to  the  grave. 
To  whom  my  Savior,  shall  I  go 
When  only  thou  ean'st  save  ? 


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63. 


L.  M. 


rv  THOU  great  God !  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess  ; — 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  till  the  place. 

2  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart. 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide  ; 

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And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  cleansed  and  purified. 

3  Oh !  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  here. 


HVXNS 


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64.  U  M. 

Tlior  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend! 
And  can  11 1 \  Bool  from  ttiae)  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend! 


1  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord.' 
Can  this  dark  world  of  Bin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore, 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care; 
Depart  from  thee  !— 'tis  death,  't is  more, 
T  is  endless  ruin — deep  despair ! 

4  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie: 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine: 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 


65.  L.  M. 

?rF  IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
X   We  walk  thro'  deserts  dark  as  night : 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sujht  she  well  supplies; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

:5  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through. 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray: 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
Ami  rock3  and  dangers  till  the  way. 


54 


KENTUCKY.    S.  M. 


66. 


S.  M. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
•**•  A  God  to  glorify; 

A  never^ying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  lor  the  sky. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  five; 
And  oh  !  thy  servant*  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

3  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely; 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


HYMNS.  55 

67.  &  * 

npHE  'lay  La  past  and  irone: 
_L   Ttie  evening  shades  appear; 
O.  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  new 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by 
I 'p.  mi  our  beds  t<»  rest; 
-    death  will  Boon  disrobe  us  all, 
<  If  v.uaL  we  hen 

68.  &  i 

THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 
Is  whispering,  '•Sinner,  come;" 
The  briae,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  '-Come  I" 

2  Lot  him  that  heaceth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "Come;'' 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

Oh,  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life; 
'T  is  Jesus  bid3  him  come. 

69.  S.  11 

AND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
The  call  of  love  divine ! 
.-hall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  "Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast. 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave, 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed? 

3  To-' lay  a  pardVin::  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray: 
To-day.  a  Savior's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wa^h  thy  guilt  away. 


PLEYEL'S  HYMN.    7s. 


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70. 


HARK,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'T  is  thy  Savior;  hear  his  word; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  theer 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me? 

2  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

3  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be: 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me?" 

4  Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  cold  and  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore: 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 


HYMNS.  57 

71.  7b. 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !— can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me? 

Can  in)  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
lie,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  scorned  the  Son  of  God, 
Trampled  on  his  precious  blood, 

Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

'6  Lord,  inline  me  to  repent; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament — 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Still  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands; 
God  is  love,  I  know,  I  feel; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

72.  7s. 

HASTE.  0  sinner !  now  be  wise; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore: 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  the  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  the  morrow  is  beirun. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  now  return; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun. 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 


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BALERMA.    CM. 


73. 


CM. 


ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 


4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away: 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


HYMNS.  59 

74.  C.  M. 

SAW  One'hanging  on  |  free, 


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In  agony  and  blood, 

Wiio  lixed  bis  languid  rye-  ofl  me, 

As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 
2  Sure,  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look : 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 

Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
0  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did. 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 

For  I  the  Lord  have  siain. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  then  said, 
"I  freely  all  forgive: 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 


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75.  C.  M. 

iH  for  a  cioser  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame — 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  aDd  his  word  ? 

3  Return,  0  holy  Dove!  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sin3  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  clearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

5  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


WINDHAM.    L.  M. 


76. 


L.  M. 


a  HOW  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive; 

Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  hut  thou  art  clear. 

3  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


HYMNS.  61 

77  L.  M. 

Af'.RoKKN  heart  rm  Go^  my  K:n_. 
tin'  sacrifice  1  bring  ; 

?pise 
A    roki  :i  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  lies  bumbled  in  the  float, 
An  1  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just; 

k  down.  <>  Lrd,  with  pitving  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  i 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  way?: 
Sinnem  shall  learn  thy  sown-km  grace  : 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood! 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

4  oh.  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 

The  Lord,*niy  Strength  and  Righteousness. 

78.  L.  M. 

1TTIIEX  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
\Y    On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died. 
.My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  couteinpt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it  Lord,  lhat  I  should  boast. 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God: 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most— 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

.  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love,  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  need 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 
That  were  an  orfi-rimr  far  too  small, 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all! 


FULTON.     7s.  W.B.BRADBURY. 

By  per. 


mm% 


79. 


COME,  my  soul !  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray: 
Rise,  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin;— 
Lord!  remove  this  load  of  sin  : 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast : 
There,  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival,  reign, 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

Be  my  guide,  my  guard  my  friend  :— 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


HYMNS.  63 

80.  I 

BLEEDING  hearts,  defiled  bt  sin, 
.1.  bus  Christ  can  make  you  clean, 
Contrite  souls,  with  .-in  oppress 
Jestta  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past. 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste- 
Turn  to  God,  (.)  turn  and  live, 

Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3  You  that  oft  have  wandered  far 
From  the  light  of  Jiethle  em's  star. 
Tr>-inl>linLr.  now  your  steps  retrace, 
Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  grace. 

4  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn, 
Grieved  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide; 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 


81.  7s. 

CAST  thy  burden  on  the  Lord  ; 
Lean  thou  only  on  his  word: 
Ever  will  he  lie  thy  stay. 
Though  the  heavens  shall  melt  away. 

2  Ever  in  the  raging  storm, 

Thou  shalt  see  his  cheering  form. 
Hear  his  pledge  of  coming  aid: 
'•It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  Cast  thy  burden  at  his  feet; 
Linger  near  his  mercy-seat! 
lb-  will  lead  the<»  by  the  hand 
Gently  to  the  better  land. 

4  He  will  crird  thee  by  his  power. 
In  thy  wean-,  fainting  hour  ; 
Lean.  then,  loving,  on  his  word; 
Cast  thv  burden  on  the  Lord. 


64 

Mn 


NAOMI.    C.  M. 


DR.  MASON. 


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82. 


C.  M. 


MY  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name ! 
Oh,  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  TVhate'er  thy  providence  denies 

I  calmly  would  resign; 
For  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise : 
Oh,  bend  my  will  to  thine ! 

3  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

Oh,  give  me  strength  to  bear ! 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 

4  Thy  sovereign  ways  are  all  unknown 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight; 
Yet  let  my  soul  adoring  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 


F 


IIVMNS. 

83.  C.  M. 

;ather  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  BOVtreigll  hand  dmies. 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise  : 
"Give  me  a  calm, a  tliankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free: 
The  iflessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  me  live  to  thee. 
-Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end.*' 


65 


D' 


CM. 

kO  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 
Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love: 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 

When  Jesus  can  not  move. 
Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  my  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 

My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 
Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 

I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 
Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 

To  damp  th  immortal  flame? 
Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord; 

But.  oh  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 

And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


HENDON.    7s. 

-j !_  ,_j_  n — i- 


85. 


TO  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge 
And  my  couch  with  tend'rest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shaft  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow. 
Through  the  "verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Constant  to  my  latest  end. 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  : 
Thou  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

86.  

BLESSED  fountain,  full  of  Grace  ! 
Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me; 
To  this  source  alone  I  trace, 
What  I  am,  and  hope  to  be. 


7s. 


HYMNS.  57 

2  What  I  am.  as  oae  redeeaeti, 

Saved  and  rescued  by  die  Lord; 
Bating  wnat  I  once  esteemed, 
Loving  what  1  once  abhorred 

:>  What  I  hope  to  be  ere  long, 
When  1  tak<- my  place  above. 
When  I  join  the  heavenly  throng, 
WhtMi  I  see  me  God  of  Love.  ~ 

4  Then  I  hope  like  him  to  be, 

Who  redeemed  bia  saints  from  sin. 
Whom  I  now  obscurely  see, 
Through  a  vail  that  stands  between. 

5  Blessed  fountain  full  of  srrace  ! 

Grace  for  sinners,  grate  for  me; 
To  this  source  alone  I  trace 
What  I  am,  and  hope  to  be. 


87.  

\TTHO,  0  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
YY    Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar'! 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 
In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed  ; 
He  whose  will  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run; 

He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one  ;— 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God; 
Who.  with  hope  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained. 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done  ; — 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessings  share. 


WARD.    L.  M. 


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imi 


88.  L.  M. 

GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 
When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar; 

In. sacred  peace  our  souls  abide; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

3  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

4  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love. 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth  and  armed  with  power. 

89.  L.  M. 

OH,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
2  Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vow3 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 


UYMNS. 


69 


Now,  teat,  my  long-divided  heart  ! 
Fixed  on  this  bttssftil  center,  rest; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudige  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast. 
High  Heareft,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear; 
Till  in  HUB'S  latest    hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


BARTIMEUS 


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90.  •  8s  &  7s. 

"X  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story, 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 
When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me: 

Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 
When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 

Adds  new  luster  to  the  day. 

Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 


MORNINC  STAR.    7s.  D. 


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WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star ! 

2  Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell? 
Traveler,  yes:  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night: 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler,  ages  are  its  own: 
See !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  ! 

5  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveler,  lo !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


UNWIN.    8s  &  4. 


jaggagiFtas! 


1     u 


93. 


MY  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  thy  homo,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"Thy  will  be  done!" 

2  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize,— it  ne'er  was  mine  ; 
I  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine: 

"Thy  will  be  done !" 

3  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest: 

Thy  will  be  done!" 

I  CAN  not  always  trace  the  way 
Where  thou,  Almighty  One  dost  move; 
But  I  can  always,  always  sav 
That  God  is  love. 

2  When  fear  her  chilling  mantle  flings 

O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings; 
For  God  is  love. 

3  When  myst'ry  clouds  my  darkened  path, 

I'll  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  reprove ; 
In  this  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  God  is  love. 

4  Oh  may  this  truth  my  heart  employ, 

Bid  every  gloomy  thought  remove, 
And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes  to  jov,— 
Thou.  God,  art  Love. 


8s  &  4. 


8s  &  4. 


HOWARD.    C.  M. 


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94. 


C.  M. 


DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

3  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief. 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal: 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still; 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


HYMNS.  73 

95.  C.  M 

0LO1D)  I  would  denght  in  thee, 
And  <>n  thy  care  depend; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  :'. 

My  best,  my  only  friend. 
2  When  all  created  Btreama  are  dried, 
Thy  fullness  is  the  B&me: 

May  I  with  this  lie  satisfied, 

An<l  glory  in  thy  name: 
;;  lie  who  has  mad*'  my  heaven  secure, 

Will  hriv  all  good  provide: 
While  Christ  is  rich  can  1  lie  poor? 

What  can  I  want  beside? 
4  0  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee; 

1  triumph  and  adore: 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 

To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

96.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  those  eyes  have  never  seen 
That  radiant  form  of  thine! 
The  vail  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine ! 

2  I  Bee  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 

ret  art  thou  oft  with  me; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  1  meet  with  thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  unsought, 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 

Thine  image  ever  tills  my  thought, 

And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Vet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone: 
I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  !— and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  unknown. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eye3  shall  seal, 

And  stdl  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  vail  shall  thee  reveal, 
All  irlorious  as  thou  art ! 


74 


DENNIS.    S.  M. 


97. 


Oil.  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wings  to  roam ; 
All  this  wide  world,  tb  either  pole, 
Hath  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ! 

Behold  the  open  door  ! 
O,  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satislied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 


98. 


¥HILE  my  Redeemer's  near, 
My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
1  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear; 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 
To  ever  fragrant  meads. 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 
His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 
Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore; 
To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way. 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


S.  M. 


ff 


HYMKS. 

99.  —  s.  M. 

i  »w  gentle  God's  commands] 
How  kind  his  precepts  ore  ! 
Some,  fast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  Constant  care. 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell; 
That  hand  which  hears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

I'n.-s  down  your  weary  mind? 
Haste  to  <>ur  heavenly  Fathers  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  lind. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day: 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

100.  S.M. 

COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  his  hands: 
To  his  sun?  truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands — 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  seas  obey  : 
lie  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  On  God  alone  rely  : 

Then  safe  shalt  thou  go  on : 
Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye  ; 

Then  shall  thy  work  be  done* 
■i  When  he  makes  bare  his  arm. 

What  shall  his  aim  withstand? 
When  lie  will  save  Ins  friends  from  harm. 

Who.  who  shall  stay  his  hand  ? 
1  He  hears  thy  softest  prayer. 

He  girded]  thee  with  might; 
His  works  the  purest  blessings  are; 

His  ways,  the  purest  light. 


75 


76  WORTHINC.    8s&7s. 


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I       ! 
101.  8s&7s 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling- 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death ! 
Rise  on  us,  thyself  revealing, 
Rise  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Thou,  of  heaven  and  earth  Creator ! 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise  ; 
Scatter  all  the  night  of  nature; 
Pour  the  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit, 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 


ii  v  m  n  a .  77 

102.  8sAk 

Iworij)  :•  QcHfD^  FuUkt! 

M\  Redeemer,  and  my  King! 
I  would  love  thee;  for,  without  tfeee, 
Is  But  a  I  litter  thing. 

2  I  would  love  thee;  every  blessing 

Flows  to  me  from  out  thy  throne; 
I  would  love  thee     be  who  loves  thee 
Never  feels  himself  ajpne. 

o  I  would  love  thee:  look  upon  me, 
Ever  guide  me  with  thine  eye; 
I  would  love  thee,  God  my  Savior, 
Love  and  serve  thee  till  I  die. 

103.  8s  &  7s.. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  Lord,  thy  church  is  still  thy  dwelling. 

Still  is  precious  in  thy  Bight; 
Judah's  temple  far  excelling, 
Beaming  with  the  gospel'3  light. 

3  On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  her  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 
She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 

4  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God; 
lie  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode.. 


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8s  &  7s. 


SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend, 
Life  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tear3  his  feet  I'll  bathe; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

4  Here  I'll  sit- forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing. 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 


HYMNS.  79 

105.  &  &  7s. 

GENTLY,  Lord!  <.h,  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears; 
Through  ih«'  changes  thou'st  decreed  us. 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears: 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  as, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  Call  us; 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  h<»ur  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear: 
And.  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest; 
Till  by  angel-bands  attended. 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

106.  8s&7s. 

JESUS  !  who  on  Calvry's  mountain 
Poured  thy  precious  blood  for  me, 
Wash  me  in  its  Bowing  fountain, 
That  my  soul  may  spotless  be. 

2  I  have  sinned,  but.  oh.  restore  me; 

For,  unless  thou  smile  on  me. 
Dark  is  all  the  world  before  me, 
Darker  yet  eternity ! 

3  In  thy  word  I  hear  thee  saying. 

"Come,  and  I  Mill  give  you  rest;" 
Glad  the  gracious  call  obeying, 
See,  I  hasten  to  thy  breast. 

1  Grant,  oh,  grant  thy  Spirit's  teaching, 
That  I  may  not  go  astray. 
Till,  the  gate  of  heaven  reaching. 
Earth  and  sin  are  passed  away: 


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MY  Shepherd  will  Supply  my  need, 
Jehovah  is  his  name; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back, 

When  I  forsake  his  ways  ; 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days; 
Oh  !  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praise. 

4  There  I  would  find  a  settled  rest, 

While  others  go  and  come; 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 


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I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me: 
A  token  of  his  iove  lie  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 


CM. 


2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head; 

He  brings  salvation  near: 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 

3  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word; 

1  steadfastly  believe 

Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thvself  receive. 


4  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
Of  paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 
And  everlasting  rest. 


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THE  Lord  is  my  shepherd;  he  makes  me  repose, 
Where  the  pastures  in  beauty  are  groMng; 
He  leads  me  alar  from  the  world  and  its  woes, 
Where  in  peace  the  still  waters  are  flowing. 
2  He  strengthens  my  spirit,  he  shows  me  the  path. 
Where  the  arms  of  his  love  shall  enfold  me: 
And  when  I  walk  through  the  dark  valley  of  death, 
His  rod  and  his  staff  will  uphold  me. 

110.  •       —  iis& 

Oil.  tell  me,  thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul, 
Where  the  flock  of  thy  pasture  is  feeding; 
i  seek  thy  protection,  I  need  thy  control 
I  would  go  where  my  Shepherd  is  leading. 
2  Oh.  tell  me  the  place  where  thy  flock  are  at  rest, 
Where  the  noontide  will  find*  them  reposing: 
The  tempest  now  rages,  my  soul  is  distressed, 
And  the  pathway  of  peace  1  am  losing. 


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:-  And  why  should  I  stray  with  the  Hocks  of  thy  foes. 
In  the  (Insert  when'  now  tiny  an-  roving; 
Wfhere  hanger  ami  thirst,  win  re  contentions  ami  woes 
Ami  tierce  Conflicts  their  ruin  an-  proving  ! 

4  Ah.  When  shall  my  woes  ami  my  Wandering  cease. 

Ami  the  follies  that  liil  me  with  weeping! 
o  shepherd  of  Israel,  restore  me  that  peace, 
Thou  dost  give  to  the  flock  thou  art  keeping! 

5  \  roice  from  the  Shepherd  now  Lids  me  return 

Ii\  the  way  where  the  foot-prints  are  lying  ; 
No  longer  to  wander,  no  longer  to  mourn: 
And  homeward  my  spirit  is  flying. 


AVA.    6s&4s. 


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CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Filled  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 
Yield  thee  to-day: 
Heaven  bids  thee  come. 
While  yet  there's  room  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 
Why  wilt  thou  die  1 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 
Help  from  on  high: 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 
Would  brinir  thee  niirh. 


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112. S.M. 

COME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

.And  every  tear  be  dry: 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  hiarh. 


HYMNS.  85 

113.  S.M. 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord.— 
The  house  of  thin*'  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand. 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


1 14.  S.  M. 

MY  soul  it  Is  thy  God 
Who  calls  thee  by  his  grace  ; 
Now  loose  thee  from  each  cumbering  load, 
And  bend  thee  to  the  race. 

2  Make  thy  salvation  sure; 

All  sloth  and  slumber  shun  ; 

Nor  dare  a  moment  rest  secure, 

Till  thou  the  goal  hast  won. 

3  Thy  crown  of  life  hold  fast; 

Thy  heart  with  courage  stay; 
Nor  let  one  trembling  glance  be  cast 
Along  the  backward  way. 

4  Thy  path  ascends  the  skie3, 

With  conquering  footsteps  blight; 
And  thou  shalt  win  and  wear  the  prize 
In  everlasting  light. 


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HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Savior  for  refuge  have  lied: — 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh,  be  not  dismayed; 
For  I  am  thy  God,  I  will  still  give  thee  aid: 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cau.se  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

o  "When  through  the  dee])  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overtlow ; 


HYMNS. 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distr 
'•The  soul  thai  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  r  ; 
I  will  not,  I  will  nQt  desert  to  bingoes; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never-i-no,  never— no,  never  forsake!" 

116.  lis- 

OEYES  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  are  sore ! 
Look  oil  unto  .Jesus,  now  sorrow  do  more  ! 
The  li irli t  of  his  countenance  shiueth  >o  bright, 
That  here,  as  in  heaven,  there  need  be  no  night. 
While  looking  to  Jesus  my  heart  cannot  fear; 
I  tremble  no  more  when  1  see  Jt  .-us  near; 
I  know  that  his  presence  my  safeguard  will  be, 
For,  ••Why  are  ye  troubled?"  he  saith  unto  me. 
Still  looking  to  Jesus,  oh,  may  I  be  found, 
When  Jordan's  dark  waters  encompass  me  round: 
They  bear  me  away  in  bis  presence  to  be: 
I  see  him  still  nearer  whom  always  1  see. 

117.  Us. 

I  ONCE  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God; 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ  on  the  tree, 
Jehovah  my  Savior,  seemed  nothing  to  me. 
When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  fight  from  on  high, 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me:  I  trembled  to  die: 
No  refuge,  no  safety,  in  self  could  I  see: 
Jehovah,  thou  only*  my  Saviour  must  be. 
My  terrors  all  vanished  before  his  sweet  name; 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  lioldness  I  came 
To  drink  at  the  fountain  so  copious  and  free: 
Jehovah,  my  Savior,  is  all  things  to  me. 
Jehovah,  the  Lord,  is  my  treasure  and  boast; 
Jehovah  my  Savior,— I  ne'er  can  be  lost: 
In  thee  I  shall  cor.quor,  by  Hood  and  by  field, 
Jehovah,  my  anchor,  Jehovah  my  shield  ! 
Ev'n  treading  the  valley,  the  shadow  of  death, 
This  watchword  shall  rally  my  faltering  breath; 
Fur.  while  from  life's  fever  my  God  sets  me  free, 
Jehovah,  my  Savior,  my  death-song  shall  be  r 


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118. 

Mia  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cau3e, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
3  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign: 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


C.  M. 


19. 


CM. 


Oil,  speed  thee,  Christian  !  on  thy  way, 
And  to  thine  armor  cling; 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey 

Which  grace  and  mercy  bring. 
There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 
An  upward  race  to  run, 


II  V  M  N  8  . 

A  crown  of  glory  to  be  Bought, 

\  \  .-lory  i,»  be  WOl  . 
.")  Oh.  faint  n-'t.  Christian!   forthysighs 
Aiv  heard  before  the  throne; 
Thf  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 
The  en  the  crown. 

120.  (- M- 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
Ami  press  with  vigor  on: 
a  heavenly  race  demands  thy  seal, 
A  bright,  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey: 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voico, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high.; 
Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Savior,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun, 
And  crowned  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

121.  CM. 

ARISE,  my  soul !  my  joyful  powers. 
And  triumph  in  my  God; 
Awake,  my  voice  !  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  be  placed, 
And  on  the  Rock  of  A'^'s  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

3  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace; 
.Jon  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

4  Arise,  my  soul !  awake,  my  voice  [ 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing  : 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Savior  and  my  King. 


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MY  soul !  be  on  tin'  guard ! 
Ten  thousand  fot-s  arisr: 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O.  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray: — 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 


123. 


S.  M. 


MY  soul !  weigh  not  thy  life. 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown, 
Nor  sutler  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  The  battle  soon  will  vMd, 
If  thou  thy  pan  fulfill : 
For,  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thv  sword  is  strong  r  still 


11  V  MNS. 

Thine  armor  ia  divine, — 
Thy  feet  with  yict'ry  shod: 

And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God! 


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BREAST  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest; 
Watch  for  day.  Christian,  when  Right  is  Icngest; 
rani  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavor; 
The  rest  that  remaineth  endnreth  for  ever. 

2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian.  Jesus  is  o'er  thee; 
Tain  the  race,  Christian,  heaven  is  before  thee; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never  ; 

Oh,  trust  in  the  love  that  endnreth  for  ever. 

3  Lift  the  eye.  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth  ; 

the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth: 
Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Savior  shall  sever: 

.  .-halt  thou  mount  upward  to  praisu  him  for  ever. 


GOODWIN.    7s&  6s. 


125. 


7s  &  6s. 


STAND  up!— stand  up  for  Jesus! 
Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross; 
Lift  high  his  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss: 
From  vict'ry  unto  vict'ry 
His  army  shall  he  lead. 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished. 
And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 


Stand  up  !— stand  up  for  Jesus! 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you— 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own: 
Put  on  the  irospel  armor. 

And  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 


H  Y  M  N  8  . 


3  Stand  up! -?tan<l  up  for  Jeans 

The  strife  will  not  be  lonir; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song: 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

a  crown  of  life  shall  be; 
lh>  with  the  King  of  Glory 

Shall  reign  eternally ! 


126.  7s&6s. 

IN  heavenly  lore  abiding; 
No  Change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here: 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 
And  can  I  be  dismayed  ? 

2  Wherever  he  may  guide  me, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back; 
My  Shepherd  i3  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack: 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sigfrt  is  never  dim: 
ne  knows  the  way  he  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been: 
My  hope  I  can  not  measure  ; 

My  path  to  life  is  free  ; 
My  Savior  has  my  treasure, 

And  he  will  walk  with  me. 


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127.  H.M. 

LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made: 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  conn- 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

To  all  the  world  proclaim: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come: 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


128.  Li  a 

STAND  up,  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  : 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on; 

Tress  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate: 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 


•A  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almiirhty  irrace. 
While  all  the  armies  of  tin-  a 
Join  in  my  glorious  raise. 


THATCHER.    S.  M. 


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129.  

SOLDIERS  of  Christ  arise, 
And  put  your  armor  on — 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son— 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power  : 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  right, 
The  panoply  of  God ; 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past 
Ye  may  o'ercomo.  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 


S.  M. 


HYMNS 


130.  S.  M. 

S<  >VY  In  the  morn  thy 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand; 
k'o  AouLl  and  fcar  give  tin. a  no  heed; 
id-cast  it  o'er  the  Laud ! 

2  Then  duly  shall  appear. 

In  verdure,  beauty,  Bftength, 
Tin1  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  fail  corn  at  length. 

3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain: 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist  and  dry 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  gamers  in  the  sky. 

4  Then,  when  the  glorious  end. 

The  day  of  God,  shall  come, 
The  am;el-ivapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  sing  "liar vest-home!" 


131.  S.M. 

IF  through  unruffled  seas 
Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  0  God,  to  thee, 
We'll  own  the  fostering  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  ride, 
And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
"Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

Soon  shall  our  douhts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  thy  control: 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 

The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  as,  in  every  - 

To  make  thy  will  our  own; 
And.  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone.  . 


97 


CHRISTMAS.    C.  M. 


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132.  O.M. 

JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home! 
Name  ever  clear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend. 
Where  evermore  the  angels  sins, 
Where  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers,  than  Eden's,  bloom. 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scones. 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home! 

My  son]  still  pants  for  thee: 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thv  joys  shall  see. 


HYMNS.  99 

133.  P.* 

GW'E  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Within  the  vail,  and  Bee 
The  saint-  al  ore    how  [great  their  joya, 
How  bright  their  glome  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  eouch  with  tears; 

Tliey  wrestled  hard,  as  we  dp  now, 

Willi  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

5  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came; 
They;  with  united  breath. 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 

Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod: 
His  seal  inspired  their  breast; 

And.  following  their  incarnate  God, 
3S  the  promised  rest. 

134.  CM. 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord. 
Or  to  defend  his  cause-. 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name — 
His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  rny  soul  to  shame. 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

.".  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands. 
And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


100 


MAITLAND.    C.  M. 


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135. 


C.  M. 


MUST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No :  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  Disowned  on  earth,   mid  griefs  and  cares, 

He  led  his  toilsome  way  ; 
But  now  in  heaven  a  crown  he  wears, 
And  reign3  in  endless  day. 

3  How  happy  are  the  saints  above 

"Who  once  went  sorrowing  here ; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

4  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  from  the  cross  set  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear— 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me ! 


HYMNS.  IQ-j 

136.  CM 

THE  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns, 
Is  crowned  with  glory  now; 
A  royal  ilia. Inn  adorns 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

Tlif  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifesto  his  love, 
And  -rants  his  name  to  know. 

3  They  Buffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  him  above; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy — to  know 

The  mystery  of  his  love. 

4  The  cross  to  them  is  life  and  health, — 

Though  shame  and  death  to  him; 
His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 


137.  :  CM. 

ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 
What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven,  oh,  let  me  lift  mine  eye3, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  fears  and  foes  prevail; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  faik 

3  Oh  !  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 


102 


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138. 


CM. 


EARLY,  my  God !  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face: 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  Nor  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move. 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

4  Tli us,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King: 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 


Af 


HYMNS.  103 

139.  ait 

S  punts  the  hart  for  coding  streams, 
Wlii-n  heated  Id  the  ©base, 
SO  longs  my -soul,  OGod,  further, 
And  thy  refreshing  grate. 

2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 
My  thirsty  son!  doth  pine  ; 

Oh!  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine 

:)  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 
Hope  still,  and  thou  shall  sing 
The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 


0 


140.  CM. 

|H,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me. 

A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek— 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 

Where  Jesu3  reigns  alone, 

A  heart,  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good — 

A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart: 

Come  quickly  from  above; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 

Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 


ROSEFIELD.    7s,  61. 


141.  

HEART  of  stone,  relent,  relent! 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Covered  with  his  flowing  blood: 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done! 
Crucified  th'  incarnate  Son  ! 


7s. 


2  Yes :  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there; 
Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierced  him  witli  the  cruel  spear ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

4  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain? 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 
Open  all  his  wounds  again. 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
No:  with  all  my  sins.  1*11  part; 
Break,  oh,  break  my  bleeding  heart! 


U  Y  M  N  S  .  105 


1 4'2 


FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Savior  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we,  hear, 
buTSthlg  on  the  ravished  ear!  — 
••  Love's  redeeihing  work  is  done; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

2  '^Spread  for  th»v.  the  tVsud  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  press'd, 
Vet  again  a  child  confessed 
Never-  from  his  house  to  roam: 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  I" 

143.  7s. 

BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  ! 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have: 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity  ! 

2  They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Hoi}',  humbh\  undeliled; 

They  are  by  the  Spirit  sealed, 
They  with  love  and  peace  are  filled: 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity ! 

3  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun: 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity  ! 


ELLESDIE.    8s&7s.   D. 


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144.  

JESUS !  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, — 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Perish  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ! 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ! 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure; 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain: 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

"While  thy  love  is  left  to  me; 
Oli !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 


8s  &  7s. 


HYMNS. 


145.  8s  & 

KNOW,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation; 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  liinl  in  every  station 

Something  still  ti>  do  or  hear: 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thoo; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee: 
Child  of  heaven  canst  thou  repine? 

2  Baste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  before  thee — 

Cod's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 

Seen  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


146.  8s&7d 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down? 
Fix  in 'us  thy  humble  dwelling; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown: 
Breathe,  oh,  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast; 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 
Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 

2  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee; 
Change  from  glory  into  gl6ry, 

Till  in  heaven  we  see  thy  face: 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 


107 


OLIVET.    6s&4s. 


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147. 


Gs&4s. 


MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Savior  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away; 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day, 
Be  wholly  thine ! 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart.— 

My  zeal  inspire  ! 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me. 
Oh  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm  and  changeless  )>e- 

A  living  lire ! 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread', 

Be  thou  my  guide; 
Bid  darkness  tiirn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 


II  YMNS. 

Savior  I  then,  in  love, 
and  distrust  remove; 
Oli.  lioar  me  Bafe  above— 
a  ransomed  soul! 


109 


ALETTA.    7s. 


w.  B.  c.  by  per. 


148. 


G< )  to  dark  Gethsemane, 
Yfl  that  feel  the  tempter's  power  ! 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see. 

"Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

Follow  to  the  judgment-hall. 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned; 
Oh,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall! 

Ota,  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  Buffering,  shame,  nor  loss; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb; 

There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 
'•It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


BETHANY.    6s  &  4s.    DR.  l.  mason,  by  per. 


m^mmmwmfmi 


149. 


1VTEARER,  my  God,  to  thee, 
1\    Nearer  to  thee: 
Ev'n  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me. 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Daylight  all  gone, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  ill  my  dreams,  I'd  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  Then  with  my  Making  thoughts, 

Bright  With  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 
Beth  el*  I'll  raise: 


HYMNS.  m 


So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer  my  Grbd  to  theft; 

Nearer  to  thee.    • 
4  Or  if  OH  joyful  wing, 

Clearing  the  sky. 
Sun.  moon  and  stars  forgot 

I'pw.ml  I  fly, 
Still  till  my  Bpng  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  trod,  to  thee, 

Nearer  u>  l 


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150.  fc*4a. 

ORB  love,  (»  Christ,  to  thee, 
More  Love  to  thee! 

\h-dv  thou  the  prayer  I  make, 

on  bended  kiirc: 
This  is  my  earnest  plea: 
Hore  low".  0  Christ  to  thee, 
More  luve  to  thee  ! 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 
S  night  peace  ami  rest. 

Now  the.1  alone  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best: 
This  ail  my  prayer  shall  be. 
More  love.  0  Christ,  to  thee. 

More  love  to  thee  ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 
Send  grief  and  pain. 

Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain. 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, — 
More  love!  0  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  tjjee  '. 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 
Whisper  thy  praise; 

This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise: 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be: 
More  love.  O  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee- ! 


112 

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AMSTERDAM.    7s&6s. 

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^^miggmgrn 


°   — -  7s&6s. 

"DISE.  my  soul!  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
XL  Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place: 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above ! 
Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fire  ascending,  seeks  the  sun.— 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source; 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
Cease,  ye  pilgrims  !  cease  to  mourn,— 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  your  Savior  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies: 


HYMNS. 

Yft  a  Beason,  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 

All  your  sorrows  left  below, 
And  earth  exchanged  tor  heaVen. 

WARE.    L.  M. 

4, ~— 1- 


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I    '    I  I 

152.  L.M. 

OH.  do  not  let  the  "word  depart. 
And  close  thine  eyes  against  the  light; 
Poor  sinner,  harden  not  thy  heart ; 
Thou  wonld'st  be  saved:  why  not  to-night? 
'J  To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 
To  bles3  thy  Ionic  deluded  sight  : 
This  is  the  time;  oh,  then  be  wise  ! 
Thou  would'st  be  saved:  why  not  to-night? 

153.  L.M. 

SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul. 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the'  ways  of  .-in. 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 
2  Sinner  it  was  a  heavenly  voice- 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call — 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 
:J.  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  lijrht: 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  : 
That  "call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find.. 


114 


UXBRIDCE.    L.  M. 


154. 


L.M. 


"TTTE'VE  no  abiding  city  here;" 
YV    We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight: 
Zion  its  name— the  Lord  is  there; 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

2  Oh  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love! 

"Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 

3  But  hush,  my  soul !  nor  dare  repine: 

The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best ; 
While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 


155. 


L.  M. 


WHAT  sinners  value,  I  resign; 
Lord,  ;t  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine: 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  Oh,  glorious  hour  !  oh,  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 


ii  v  m  n  a . 

:;  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound: 
Then  burst  the  chair. s  with  sweet  sun 
Ami  in  my  Savior's  image  rise. 

156.  

BEHOLD  a  Stranger  at  the  door: 
11-'  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before; 

Has  waited  1«  *nir.  is  waiting  still: 

Von  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
2  oh.  lovely  attitude!  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  open  hands: 

Oh.  matchless  kindness!— and  he  shows     • 

This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes! 
."»  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 

Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine; 

Turn  out  thy  soul-enslaving  sin, 

And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger'  in. 
4  Oh.  welcome  him.  the  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

Now  may  his  gentle  reign  increase! 

Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind: 

And  be  his  empire  all  mankind. 

157.  L.  M. 

THERE  is  none  other  name  than  thine. 
Jehovah  Jesus  !  Name  divine  ! 
On  which  to  rest  for  sins  forgiven — 
For  peace  with  God,  for  hope  of  heaven. 

2  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine. 
When  cares,  and  fears,  and  griefs  are  mine, 
That,  with  a  gracious  power,  can  heal 
Each  care,  and  fear,  and  grief  I  feel. 

."»  There  i3  none  other  name  than  thine, 
When  called  my  spirit  to  resign, 
To  bear  me  through  that  latest  strife, 
And  ev'n  in  death  to  be  my  life. 

i  Name,  above  every  name  !  thy  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Jehovah  Jesus  !  Name  divine  ! 
Rock  of  Salvation !  thou  art  mine. 


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DELAY  not  delay  not!  0  sinner,  draw  near  ; 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee; 
No  price  is  demanded;  the  Savior  is  here  ; 
Redemption  is  purchas'd,  salvation  is  free. 
2  Delay  not.  delay  not !  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad  flight : 
And  leave  thee  In  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

159.  lis. 

OTURN  ye,  0  turn  ye!  for  why  will  ye  die. 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 


HYMNS, 


117 


1  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  Staying  a* 
Come  wretched,  come  Btarving,  come  just  as  you  be, 

While  streams  of  salvation  are  rtowi: 

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TO-DAY'  the  Savior  calls : 
Y'c  wanderers,  come ! 
Oh,  ye  benighted  souls, 
"Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Savior  calls : 

Oh,  listen  now  ! 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Savior  calls: 

For  refuge  fly : 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 


-i  The  Spirit  calls  to-day: 
Yield  to  his  power; 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  away  I 
T  is  mercy's  hour. 


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^•riOME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls; 

\J  Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ! 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 

And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me: 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind: 
But  passion  rages  like  the  son. 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3;,Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight: 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light.'' 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command: 

"With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal. 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mold  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


162.  

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed. 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest; 
The  Savior's  gracious  call  obey, 
.And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 


L.  M. 


II  Y  M  N  S  . 

2  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
Toclennse  your  guilt  anil  heal  four  woes; 
Pardon,  ana  life,  and  endless  peace — 
How  rich  ilif  gift,  how  free  the  grace! 

3  Dear  Savior, !  let  thy  powerful  lo?e 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  ivmu\e; 
oh.  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest 

163.  L.H 

HASTE,  trav'ler  haste  !  the-  bight  comes  on. 
Am!  many  a  shining  hour  is  gone; 
'I  iie  storm  is  ^atherjng  in  the  west. 
And  thou  art  far  from  home  and  rest 

2  Haste,  while  a  shelter  thou  may'st  u;ain,— 
A  covert  from  the  wind  and  rain, — 

A  hiding-place,  a  rest,  a  home,— 
A  refuge  from  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  Then  linger  not  in  all  the  plain : 
Flee  for  thy  life —  the  mountain  gain; 
Look  not  behind;  make  no  delay; 

O,  speed  thee,  speed  thee  on  thy  "way  ! 

164.  L.ai. 

JESUS,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts ! 
Thou  Fount  of  Life !  thou  Light  of  men  ! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts. 
We  {urn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood; 

thou  savest  those  that  on  thee  call; 

To  them  that  seek  thee  thou  art  <rood, 

To  them  that  find  thee— All  in  All ! 

3  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast: 
Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 

4  0  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay, 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away,— 
Shed  orer  the  world  thy  holy  light ! 


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"\TTHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given; 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  Death  command  you  to  the,  grave; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirit  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 


3  Now  God  invites— how  blest  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound; 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 


UYMNv  121 

166.  L.  M. 

rlIV  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 


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That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares? 

While,  in  tin*  various  range  of  thought 
The  one  thing  needful  is  iorgot. 

•J  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love? 
Shall  troubled  conscience  ^riv«-  you  pain  ! 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  '.' 

:»  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue: 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God!  thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart: 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

167.  L-M. 

BEFORE  thy  cross,  my  dying  Lord. 
I  cast  my  soul,  and  trust  thy  love: 
Oh,  here  thy  saving  power  afford, 
And  seal  my  pardon  from  above ! 

2  No  threatening  foes  shall  drive  me  hence, 

Helpless  and  fainting  I  draw  near; 
Resolved  (for  t  is  my  last  defence), 
If  I  must  die,  to  perish  here. 

3  But.  Savior!  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

Relieve  the  anguish  of  my  heart; 

The  bruised  reed  thou  wilt  not  break, 

Nor  bid  the  contrite  soul  depart. 

4  Washed  in  thy  blood;  I  shall  be  pure; 

Cheered  by  thy  smile,  shall  feel  no  shame; 
Saved  by  thy  love,  I  stand  secure, 
And  triumph  in  a  Savior's  name  ! 


122 


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RETURN,  O  wanderer,  now  return, 
And  seek  thy  Fathers  face ! 
Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Heturn,  O  wanderer,  now  return  ! 

Thy  Savior  bids  thee  live; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet  and  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear ! 
Thy  Father  calls— no  longer  mourn: 
His  love  invites  thee  near. 


CM. 


HYMNS.  123 

169.  CM. 

YE  wretched,  hungry,  Btarving  poor, 
Behold  a  royal  feaal  I 
Where  Mercy  Bpreada  her  bounteous  storo 
for  every  humble  guest 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 
lie  calls,  he  bidi  you  come: 

Guilt  holds  y«.u  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  Bee  !  there  yet  is  room— 

o  Koom  in  the  Savior's  bleeding  heart: 
There  love  and  pity  meet; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Oh,  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

170.  C.M. 

THOU  art  the  Way,  to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him.  Lord,  by  thee.  ' 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth,  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm. 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee; 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 


WOODWORTH.    L.  M 


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171.  L.M. 

JUST  as  I  am  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without. 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come! 

4  Just  as  I  am— poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am— thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 

6  Just  as  I  am  -thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down. 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,* I  come,  I  come! 


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~  ii'H  tearful  eyes  i  look  around. 
Life  tii  'in.-  a  darK  and  storm;. 
Y* I  'midst  the  --'loom  i  hear  a  sonnd, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  ••  Gome  to  m 
-  me  of  a  pi 
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Oh  !  U)  the  wean,  hunt,  Oppn 

How  sweet  the  bidding,  "Come  to  me." 
3  "  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die, 
Earth  is  no  resting  place  lor  thee, 
11.  avehwaxd  direct  thy  weeping  i . 

1  am  thy  portion,  come  to  me." 

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IOME,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  you  languish, 
•  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel: 
rinz  your  wounded  heart-,  here  tell  your  anguish; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  nof  heal. 
'i  Joy  of  .  Light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent:  fadeless  and  pure;— 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying. 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  not  cure. 


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Tp  ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
J:    From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes, 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ! 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness, 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown: 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 


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II  YMNS. 

Salvation  !  ( I  solvation ! 
The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 

Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  Learned  Messiah's  name. 
■t  Watt    waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 

And  you,  ye  wfeters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  ol  glory, 

li  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till,  o'er  our  ransomed  natur.', 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
\i     ?emer,  Sing,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  renin. 


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THE  Savior  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound; 
V<-  doubting  souls !  dismiss  your  fear, 

Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 
For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart) 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow; 
And  lite  and  health  and  bliss  impart, 

To  banish  mortal  woe. 
Dear  Savior  !  draw  reluctant  hearts; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly; 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 


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THE  ftiotning  light  is  breaking, 
The  darkness  disappears. 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking, 

To  penitential  tears: 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean, 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 
Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

See  heathen  nations  bending, 

Before  the  God  We  love: 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending, 

In  gratitude  above: 
"While  sinners  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Savior's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 


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St  river  of  salvation. 
Pursue  Uiy  onward  way, 
Flow  thou  co  ever}  nation, 
hi  thy  richness  Btay; 

not,  till  ah  tac  lowly 

Triumphant  re&un  tlieit  home; 

Stay  not  till  all  the  fcol) 

Proclaim  the  Lord  Las  corue. 
77.  7s&6s. 

All,  t-»  the  Lord's  anointed, 
I ;  ■  >at  David's  greatei  son! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
:_m  en  earin  beguu  . 
lb-  '■oin  >i  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free; 

To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend: 

His  Kingdom  still  increasing — 

A  kingdom  without  end: 
0"er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest: 
From  aire  to  age  more  glorious, 
All  blessing,  and  all  blest. 

178.  7s&6s. 

WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  sinering 
Plow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley  ringing 
With  <>ne  triumphant  BorJg, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended: 

Ami  him,  who  once  was  slain, 

Again  to  earth  descended. 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly: 

And  shady  ^ales  and  fountains 

•  CUJO  the  reply: 
Hidi  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  hymn  around, 
All  hallelujah  swelling. 
In  one  eternal  sound! 


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HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own,. 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore; 
Satan  and  his  host  o'erthrown, 
Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord; 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record; 
All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 


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OLORD  our  God  !  arise; 
The  cause  of  truth  maintain; 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life !  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease: 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost !  arise, 

Extend  thy  healing  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  O  all  ye  nations!  rise, — 

To  God,  the  Savior,  sing; 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring  ! 


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YE  Christian  heralds  !  go  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
"With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hushthe  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  nil  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more- 
Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng,  to  fall. 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all ! 


182. 


L.  M. 


SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power; 
Be  this  thy  Zioifs  favored  hour; 
Bid  the  bright  Morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns,— 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 
On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, — 
And  make  the  nations  all  thine  own. 


HYMNS. 

3  S]*'ak:  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice  . 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  [light, 

.\:i ■!  i>id  ail  nations  iiail  the  Light 

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lh>  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  slioie, 

Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  oi  his  love  with  Bweetest  song; 

And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

:;  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains; 
The  weary  tind  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

184.  L.  M. 

SOON  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's  ! 

2  Let  thrones  and  powers  and  kingdoms  l)e 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee! 

And,  over  [and  and  stream  and  main. 
Wave  thou  the  scepter  of  thy  reign  ! 

3  Oh.  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell, 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Savior  reigns! 


To  Father.  Son.  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old. 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore ! 


134 


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HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine. 
By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp,  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 

Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way ; 

Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  da  v. 

186.  : C.  M. 

A  GLORY  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
Mnjestic,  like  the  sun: 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age"; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat: 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 
For  such  a  bright  display, 

As  marks  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 


II  Y  M  N  8  .  135 


3  to  purane 
Tbe  iteps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  blighter  worlds  above  ! 


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FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines! 
Tor  ever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  ttifese  Celestial  lines. 

2  Here  my  Re4eemer*s  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around! 
Ami  life  ami  everlasting  joys 

Attend  the  blissful  sound. 
:;  Oh.  may  theae  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ev.r  dear  delight; 
Andstill  new  beatifies  may  I  see, 
An  I  still  increasing  light ! 
4  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord. 
Be  thou  for  over  near: 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  mv  Savior  there. 


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C.  M. 

rOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin'.' 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts. 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

l'  Tis  like  the  sun.  a  heavenly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day: 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
."»  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise: 
I  hate  the  sinner's  road: 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law.  my  God. 
4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 
HOW  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 


189. 


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ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands^ 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 
Mourning  captive ! 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  "bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 
Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 
Cease  thy  mourning ! 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

,'5  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 
He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 
Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 


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SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day: 
Day  of  air  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pard'nins;  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  In  thee. 

3  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  ; 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints: 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  rest  in  thee  above. 


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ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  clone; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun: 
Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ; 
Enjoy  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away. 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

192.  •  L- :L 

T1IIXE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  lovo.— 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  : 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 


HYMNS.  139 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  moredistp  as, 

Bfn  Qor  death  shall  reach  Uie  place, 
No  groans  sh&ll  mingle* with  tin1  Bongs 
Winch  warble  from  iinoiortal  ton; 

:;  No  rode  alarms  of  raging  foes; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  n  po 
No  midnight  Bhade,  no  cionded  son; 
But  sacred,  high,  «  terna]  noon ! 

4  0 long-expected  day.  begin  ! 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woo  and  sin; 
Fain  would  we  leave  thta  weary  road, 
And  sl(  ep  in  death,  to  rest  with  I 

193.  L.  M. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  Kin?. 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  arid  sin?: 
To  show  thy  love  by  mottling  Kgbt, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast; 
<  )h.  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

194.  L.  :•.;. 

O  WEET  is  the  fignt  of  Sabbath  eve. 
O  And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there; 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

.-on  of  rest!  the  tranquil  soul 
Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  in  I6v»  ; 
9\m\  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

3  Nor  will  our  clays  of  toil  be  long: 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 


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SOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day: 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
"When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad ; 
Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God: 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

3  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near 
Where  the  evening  worshiper 
Seeks  communion  with  tli*  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 


4  Savior,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee  ! 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 


HYMNS.  141 

196.  .  I 

IORD !  wo  come  before  thee  now: 
j  At  tliy  feet  we  humbly  bowj 

<  )h  !  do  n<»t  our  suit  disdain; 

Shall  wo  Beek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain'.' 
•j  Lord  !  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 

In  compassion,  dow  descend; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace: 

Tunc  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 
:;  Send  some  mesase  from  thy  word, 

That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart.  • 

197.  7s. 

SOFTLY  now  the  liirht  of  day, 
Fades  upon  my  night-  away: 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord!  I  would  commune  with  thee. 
'J  Soon  for  me  the  light  of  day. 
Shall  forever  pass  away: 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take,  me,  Lord  !  to  dwell  with  thee. 

198.  7s. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around. 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
•J  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns- 
Turns'  a  fugitive  unblest;  . 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns,  ■ 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest ! 
\\  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave: 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 
A   Mine  the  Cod  whom  you  adore, 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 


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199. 


S.  M. 


WELCOME,  sweet  clay  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  ej'es  ! 

2  The  king  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to  day; 
Here  may  we  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


206. 


S.  M. 


HOW  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Redeemer.  God, 
Unvails  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  shed3  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  £lory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around 


hymns.  143 


3  To  him  our  prayers  and  criea 
Our  humble  bouIs  present; 
He  listens  to  our  broken  Bighs, 
And  grants  us  every  want. 


S.  M. 


OLORD,  thy  work  revive, 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour; 
And  make  her  dying  -races  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  Awake  thy  chosen  few 

To  fervent,  earnest  prayer; 

Again  their  sacred  vows  renew; 

Thy  blessed  presence  share. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

Through  lips  of  feeble  clay. 
And  hearts  of  adamant  will  break, 
And  rebels  will  obey. 

4  Lord !  lend  thy  gracious  ear : 

Oh,  listen  to  our  cry  ! 
Oh.  come  and  bring  salvation  here ! 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 

2.  B.  M 

STAND  up.  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  his  choice ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high. 
.    Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify? 

3  Oh.  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire. 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought! 

4  God  is  OHr  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours: 
Then  Vie  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 


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BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Fathers  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers : 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathising  tear. 

4  But  soon  from  toil,  and  pain. 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free. 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  neSgtf 
Through  all  eternity. 


HYMNS.  145 

204.  S.  M, 

SERENE  I  laid  me  down, 
Beneath  his  guardian  caro; 
I  Slept,  and  1  awoke  and  found 
My  kind  i u> 'sm\T  near. 

2   Dear  Savior!  to  thy  cross, 
I  briiiLT  my  sacriiice; 
Tinged  with  thy  blood  it  shall  ascend, 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 


205.  R  M. 

"TjlOR  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 
Jj    Amen  !  so  let  it  be : 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word; 
"T  is  immortality  ! 

2  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
'Home  of  my  soul !  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 

:)  ••  For  ever  with  the  Lord!" 
Father,  if  't  is  thy  will. 
The  promise  of  thy  gracious  word, 
Ev'n  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  Be  thou  at  my  right  hand; 
So  shall  I  never  fail: 
Uphold  thou  me  and  I  shall  stand; 
Help,  and  I  shall  prevail. 

b  +o.  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain. 
By  iieath  I  shall  escape  from  death. 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

6  Knowimr  ''as  I  am  known." 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
'•  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 


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LORD  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer. 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Preserved  by  thine  almighty  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 
Secure  and  safe  from  every  harm,— 
And  see  returning  light. 

3  Oh  !  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  every  step  defend. 

4  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


II  Y  M  I  b  •  147 

207.  G.  M. 

I  DOVE  to  steal!  awhile,  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 

Ami  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

•j  I  love,  in  Bolittide,  to  .shed 
The  penitential  teas; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercied  past, 

And  future  good  implore; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour. 
And  lead  to  endless  day  ! 


208.  '  CM. 

GREAT  God.  to  thee  my  evening  song 
With  gratitude  I'll  raise: 
Let  mercy  now  attune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  circling  hour. 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
That  show  thy  love  and  power. 

3  While  thou  that  love  and  power  afford 

I'm  Bafe  from  every  harm: 
Can  dangers  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  gracious  arm  ? 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  my  eyelids  close, 

And  sleep  refresh  my  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  rej 

An  1  waste  to  praise  thy  name. 


ROLLAND.    L.  M. 


W.  B.  B.  by  per. 


AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run : 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning-  sacrifice. 

Awake,  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
"Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'Eternal  King. 

Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept. 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept: 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 


210. 

LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  ail  the  blessings  of  the  light: 
Keep  me,  O,  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


L.M. 


G' 


11  ^  MNS. 


149 


2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  through  thy  dour  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  daj  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 

I.  ere  1  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Ix)t\l,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care! 

T  is  heaven  on  earth.  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 


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211. 

"OW  from  labor  and  from  care. 
Evening  shades  have  set  me  free, 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord  !  I  would  converse  with  thee, 
Oh,  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Savior's  love. 

2  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 

For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 
For  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  power,. 

Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise ; 

Oh,  accept  my  song  of  praise. 


150 


HEBRON.    L.  M. 


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12. 


L.  M. 


HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord : 
Dear  Savior,  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat. 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee; 
Ah,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ! 
Let  this  the  "  gate  of  heaven  "  be. 

3  "Chief  of  ten  thousand !"  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face* 

Oh,  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place! 


213. 


L.  M. 


MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distill,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread*st  (lie  curtains  of  the  night. 
Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 


11  Y  M.N  8 


151 


3  I  tield  mj  powers  to  thy  comm:s«d; 
To  thee  I  o'lisirratf  my  days: 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  band 
Demand  perpetual  gongs  of  praise* 

214.  L- M- 

THI'S  far  the  Lord  lias  led  me  on; 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  1  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  fdr  my  head; 
While  wfcU  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

Amkwait  thy  voice  to  rend  my  tomb. 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

215.  L-M. 

WHITHER,  oh,  whither  should  I  fly. 
But  to  my  loving  Father's  breast  ! 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie. 
And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest ! 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own. 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see: 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run. 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun: 

But  thou,  O  God.  my  wisdom  art: 
I  ever  into  ruin  run: 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart 

4  foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known: 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 


152                     STOCKWELL. 

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SAVIOR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal : 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 
Though  the  arrow  near  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us; 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

?,  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Darkness  can  not  hide  from  thee: 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 


ITALIAN  HYMN.    6s  &  4s.  153 

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217.  6s&4s. 

CHRIST  for  the  world  we  sin?; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 
With  loving  zeal — 
The  poor,  and  them  that  mourn, 
The  faint  and  overborne, 
Sin-sick  and  sorrow-worn, 
Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 

2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sins:; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  fervent  prayer  — 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  restless  passion  tossed, 
Redeemed  at  countless  cost, 

From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord-- 
Witli  us  the  work  to  share, 
With  us  reproach  to  dare, 
Witli  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 


AMERICA.    6s&4s. 


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218. 


6s  &  43. 


FATHER  of  love  and  power. 
Guard  thou  our  evening-  hour, 

Shield  with  thy  might: 
For  all  thy  care  this  day 
Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay, 
And  to  our  Father  pray, 

Bless  us  to-night. 
Jesus  Immanuel, 
Come,  in  thy  love  to  dwell 

In  hearts  contrite: 
For  many  sins  we  grieve, 
But  we  thy  grace  receive, 
And  in  thy  word  believe: 

Bless  us  to-night. 


219. 


6s&4s. 


G 


OD  bless  our  native  land  ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 
Through  storm  and  night; 


HYMNS.  15g 


When  the  wild  tempests  rave 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave. 
Do  ttiou  our  country  9 

By  thy  great  might 
Fpr  her  our  prayer  .-hall  ride 
To  God,  above  the  skies; 

<  >n  him  we  wail ; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh. 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  Bave  the  .State  : 


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20.  6s  &• 

Y  country,  'tis  of  tho«\ 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
Of  thee  I  Bing: 

Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring ! 
My  native  country,  thee-- 
Land  of  the  noble  free— 

Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 
Let  music  swell  the  breeze. 
And  rin'g  from  all  tlio  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  sons ! 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake: 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break— 

The  sound  prolong ! 
Our  father's  God  !  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sini;: 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright, 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God.  our  King ! 


STONEFIELD.    L.  M. 


221. 


L.  M. 


OGod,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea: 
And  when  they  trod  the  wint'ry  strand, 
With  prayer  and  psalm  the}-  worshiped  thee, 

2  Thou  hoard'st,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the  prayer: 

Thy  blessing  came:  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  mem'ry  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves: 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 


HYMNS.  15? 

4  And  here  thy  namo,  O  God  of  love. 
Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  ren 

And  Bpring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

222.  L-  M. 

n  BEAT  God !  we  sin-  that  mighty  hand, 
Vj  I5y  which  supported  still  we  stand; 
The  openinir  year  thy  mercy  shows: 
That  mercy  crowns  it  till  it  close. 

3  By  day.  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

223.  L.  M. 

OUR  Helper,  God !  we  bless  thy  name, 
The  same  thy  power,  thy  grace  the  same; 
The  tokens  of  thy  loving  care 
Open  and  crownand  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  !>y  thy  guardian  hand; 
And  Bee,  when  we  survey  our  ways. 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  hath  led  us  on : 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known; 
And.  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 

.  New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand- 


158 


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BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid; 
.Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining; 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall: 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining. 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Savior  of  all ! 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure: 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


SICILY.    8s&7s. 


159 


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225. 


8s  &  7s. 


HARK !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo!  th'  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

3  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing! 
Oh,  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  aiyj  King ! 

4  "  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
•  Glorv  be  to  God  most  high  !'  " 


HASTINGS.    C.  L.  M. 


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TOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 
That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 

Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 

And  veiled  in  midnight  "loom  ! 
Oh  !  weep  no  more  thu  Savior  slain, 
The  Lord  is  risen— he  lives  again. 
Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord. 
"Behold  the  place,  he  is  not  here!" 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred; 
The  gates  mi  death  were  closed  in  vain, 
The  Lord  is  risen— he  lives  again. 
Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

Your  early  footsteps  bend ; 
The  Savior  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend; 
Oh !   wee])  no  more  your  comforts  slain; 
The  Lord  is  risen— he  lives  again. 


L.  M. 


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PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days! 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ  ! 

2  All  that  Spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  oer  the  smiling  land; 

All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
From  her  overflowing  stores  ; 

3  These,  great  God,  to  thee  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow; 
And.  for  these,  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows,  and  solemn  praise. 


7s. 


228. 


(RAISE,  oh,  praise  the  Name  divine! 


P1 

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Let  the  firmament  on  hiirh 
To  its  Maker's  praise  reply. 


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2  All  who  vital  breath  enjoy. 
In  his  praise  that  breath  employ: 
Heaven  and  earth  the  chorus  join; 
Praise,  oh.  praise  the  Name  divine  ! 


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229. 

iH,  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 
Which  bows  before  the  Lord ! 
Owning  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembling  at  thy  word. 

2  Oh,  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow  ! 
Oh.  for  that  sense  of  guilt  which  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  ! 

3  Savior,  to  me  in  pity  give, 

For  sin,  the  deep  distress — 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive; 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 


HYMNS.  (3 

230.  C.  M. 

H(  >W  c>>nde8oAi<!irig  and  how  kind 
-  God's  eternal  Sun  ! 
our  uiiM-'iv  readied  bis  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  Be  Bank  beneafli  our  heavy  woes, 
To  raise  us  to  bis  throne; 
Tin  iv  '8  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows. 
Hut  coal  his  heart  a  gioaii. 

:;  Tiiis  was  comjpassion  like  a  God- 
That  when  Liio  Savior  knew 
Tin-  priee  of  partlon  waa  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

4  Hen-  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  iruilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

231.  G.ML 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  l>urn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  niirh: 

2  oh.  shall  not  wanner  accents  tell 
The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell— 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  ': 

?,  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 
Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee. 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed: 
"Meet  and  remember  me !" 

4  Remember  thee  ! —  thy  death,  thy  shame  ! 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share! 
0  memory!  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 


164 
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232. 


C.  M. 


WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
■T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away ; 

2  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end: 

Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace, 

For  all  things,  to  depend; 

3  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

4  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  biiSB 
Direct,  O  Lord,  from  thee  ? 


PASSION  CHORALE.    7s  &  6s. 

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165 


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233. 


7s&6s. 


0  SACRED  Head  once  wounded, 
With  grief  and  pain  weigh'd  down! 
How  scornfully  surrounded, 

With  thorns  thy  only  crown; 
O  Sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  thine! 
Fet,  though  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  What  language  shall  I  borrow. 

To  praise  thee,  heavenly  Friend  ' 
For  this,  thy  dyimx  sorrow, 

Thy  pifcy  without  end? 
Lord  !  make  me  thine  forever, 

Nor  let  me  faithless  prove: 
O  let  me  never,  never. 

Abuse  such  dying  love. 


166 


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234.  L-  M. 

THERE  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found; 
They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 


£  The  storm  that  racks  the  wintry  sky, 
No  more  disturbs  their  deep  repose 
Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
That  shuts  the  rose,  that  shuts  the  rose. 

3  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day,  a  star  of  day. 


HYMNS. 


235.  '  L.  M 

SWEET  is  tlie  scene  when  Christians  die, 
\\  hen  holy  souls  retire  to  rest; 
liuw  mildly  beam*  the  closing  aye  \ 
How  gently  beaves  th'  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a  Bummer  cloud  away; 

-inks  the  gale  when  storms  arc  o'er; 
•  nt ly  shuts  tho  eye  of  day; 
60  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  Ihe  victor's  brow, 

banned  by  Bome  guardian  angel's  wing; 
O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  now? 

And  when1,  O  Death  !  where  is  thv  stinir? 


536.  L.  IL 

HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  lie  dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes; 

How  gently  heaves  th"  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  files; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say. 
,;How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies!** 


167 


MOUNT  VERNON.    8s  &  7s. 


IEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 
Pain  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  thro'  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving. 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love: 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 

They  are  chanting  hymns  aboVe, 

238.  8s&7s. 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely. 
Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  cveninir, 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 
2  Peaceful  bo  thy  silent  slumber — 
Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low: 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number: 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 


HX/ftl  NS. 

:.  Dearest  Bister!  thou  bast  l«'fi  us; 
(fere  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel; 
But  'i  is  God  that  hath  bereft  us. 

II. ■  can  all  cur  BOITOW8  lit'al. 

4  Vet  again  we  hope  t<»  meet  thee, 
When  tli»>  day  of  life  is  fled: 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

239.  Be  &  7e. 

rn.VRRY  with  mo,  0  my  Savior! 
_L   For  the  day  is  passing  by: 
See  !  tin-  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  niurh. 
2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 
Paler  now  the  glowing  west, 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advanc 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest '.' 
.".  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying; 
Lord,  I  cast  myself  ed  mee; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness: 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 
4  Tarry  with  me.  O  my  Savior ! 
Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast, 
Till  the  morning;  then  awake  me— 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 

240.  8s&7s. 

LWAYS  with  us.  always  with  us — 

Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love; 
Thus  the  risen  Savior  whispers, 

From  his  dwelling-place  above. 
With  us  when  we  toil  in  sadness. 

Sowing  much  and  reaping  nolle; 
Telling  us  that  in  the1  future 

Golden  harvests  shall  be  won. 
Witii  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

OVr  our  pathway  dark  and  drear; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 

Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 
With  us  in  the  lonely  valley. 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream; 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 

With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 


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241.  L-  M. 

UN  VAIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room  • 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here. 
While  angels  watch  the  soil  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept:    God's  dying  sou 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed: 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  ! 

Attend,  0  earth  !'  his  sovereign  word: 
Restore  thy  trust:  a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  ascend  to  meet  the  Lord  1 


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SLEEP  in  Je.sns  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep; 
A  calm  ami  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  bv  the  last  of  foes. 


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3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  sluml>er  meet  \ 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  has  lost  its  venoraed  itifig. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  refit  ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest; 
Xo  fear,  no  woe.  shall  dim  that  hour 
Which  manifests  the  Saviors  power. 

ep  in  Jesu3!  oh.  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refoge  be! 

rarely  shall  my  ashes  lie. 
And  wait  the  summons  from  on  hteh. 


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243.  

'THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee. 
L  Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb; 
The  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  portals  before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave!  we  no  longer  behold  thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy  Bide: 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  for  the  Sinless  hath  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  and.  its  mansions  forsaking. 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long: 
But  the  sunshine  of  glory  beamed  bright  on  thy  waking, 
And  full  on  thine  ear  burst  the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  1  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee. 

Since  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian,  and  Guide: 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore  thee; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Savior  hath  died. 


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WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
There  hopes  unfading  bloom. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 


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OH,  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 
Oh,  be  like  theirs,  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  ray  last  reward ! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Savior  they  adore 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 


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THIS  is  not  my  place  of  resting,— 
Mine's  a  city  yet  to  come; 
Onward  to  it  I  am  hasting — 
On  to  my  eternal  home. 

2  In  it  all  is  light  and  glory ; 

O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day: 
Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story, 
All  the  curse  hath  passed  away. 

3  There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us 

By  the  streams  of  life  along, — 
On  the  freshest  pastures  feeds  us, 
Turns  our  sighing  into  song. 

4  Soon  we  pass  this  desert  dreary, 

Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain : 
Never  more  are  sad  or  weary, 
Never,  never  sin  again. 


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247. 


THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste. 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word  ''depart!" 

3  Jesus  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

4  Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ! 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 


C.  M. 


TIME  IS  WINGING.    7s&6s. 


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248. 


7s  &6«. 


TIME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day— 

A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  it3  charms; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 
Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 


Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty,  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 


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249.  C.  P.  M. 

¥HEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 
Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand?    . 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  iiracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But— can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought— 
What  if  my  name  should  be"  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call ! 

3  Oh,  let  me  with  thy  saints  be  found. 
Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face: 
Then  loudest  of  thethrong  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

250.  C.  P.  M. 

LO,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 
Secure,  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  spnce, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 


II  YMSS 


2  0  God,  my  inmost  goal  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impn 
Give  me  to  feel  theft  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  oi  la 

An- 1  wake  to  righteousni 

••  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou,  with  clouds,  shalt  como 
To  judge  the  nations  at  tliy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 


179 


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0.  P.  M. 

TIK  >l\  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 
That  casts  itself  on  thee? 
i  have  no  refuse  of  my  own. 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood; 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be; 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send: 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend." 

The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away: 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things. 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly  with  eager  win<rs 

To  everlasting  day ! 


VARINA.    C.  M.  D. 


252 


THERE  i3  a  land  of  pure  delight. 
Where  saints  immortal  reign : 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides. 

And  never  withering  flowers: 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea  divides, 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  field*  beyond  the  swelling  Hood. 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green: 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  O.  could  we  climb  where  Moses  stood. 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er; 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


II  V  MNS. 


253.  <  •  -M- 

YITIIKN"  I  can  read  my  titlo  clear 
W    To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  * > i <  1  farewell  U)  every  fear. 

Ainl  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
Ami  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

B  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all,-- 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


254.  C.  M. 

Oil,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these  gloomy  shades. 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky 

Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades! 

2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 
( )r  reason's  feeble  ray. 
In  ever-blooming  prospect  rise. 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

:*.  Lord  !  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 
To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublmest  wing. 
Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring 

Immortal  in  the  skies. 


181 


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A  FEW   more  .years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come: 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 

Asleep  within  the  tomb: 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare    . 
My  soul  for  that  great  day ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 

And  surges  swell  no  more: 
Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  calm  day; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more: 
Then.  0  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  blest  day; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away ! 


II  V  M  N  B 


183 


4  A  few  more  Sabbatha  here 

cheer  us  on  our  way; 
An  I  we  shall  reach  the  eqtUes 

i  Sabbatb  day; 
Then,  <>  my  Cord,  prepare 

My  s<»ul  for  that  sweet  day; 
Oh,  wash  me  In  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

TAPPAN.     C.  M.  _ 


THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wound*  d  breast: 

Tis  foun  I  above— in  heaven. 
Tliere  is  a  home  lor  weary  souls. 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven.— 
When  toas'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls. 
And  all  i3  drear— but  heaven. 
There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given; 

rays  divine  disperse  the  doom: 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven  ! 


SWEET  REST  IN  HEAVEN,     w.b.b.,  by  per. 

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257. 


THO'  often  here  we're  weary, 
There  is  sweet  rest  above, 
A  rest  that  is  eternal, 

Where  all  is  peace  and  love : 
O,  let  us  then  press  forward, 
That  glorious  rest  to  gain ; 
We'll  soon  be  free  from  sorrow, 
From  toil,  and  care,  and  pain. 
Cho. — There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
There  is  sweet  rest,  there  is  sweet  rest, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven. 

2  Our  Savior  will  be  with  us. 

E'en  to  our  journey's  end, 
In  every  sore  affliction, 

His  present  help  to  lend. 
He  never  will  grow  weary, 

Though  often  we  request. 
He'll  give  us  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  us  home  to  rest.— Cho. 


7s  &  6s. 


SHINING  SHORE,    a.v.n.  bVPer.    185 


258. 


MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I.  a  pilgrim  strain 


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Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly.-— 
Those  hours  of  toll  and  danger: 

For  im\v  we  stand  on  Jordan's  3trand, 

Our  friends  are  passim;  over; 
And.  just  before,  the  shining  snore 
We  may  almost  discover. 
Our  absent  Kim;  the  watchword  gave. — 

'•  Let  every  lamp  be  burning;" 
We  look  afar,  across  the  wave. 

Our  distant  home  discerning:  For  now,  <fcc. 
Should  coming  days  be  dark  and  cold, 

We  will  not  yield  to  sorrow, 
For  hope  will  sins:,  with  courage  bold, 

"There's  glory  "on  the  morrow: ''    For  now7 
Let  storms  of  woe  in  whirlwinds  rise, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to.  sever,— 
There — bright  and  joyous  in  the  skies — 
There  is  our  home  forever;    For  now,  <fec. 


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259.  Us. 

MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints: 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory  my  home, 

2  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
0,  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

8  I  long,  dearest  Lord !  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions 'to  praise  thee  at  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 


HE  LEADETH  ME.     w.  i:.  i . /,;■•,-.  187 


Hideth  hm  !  Oil !  blessed  tlumdit. 
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Whatever  I  <lo.  Where'er  I  lie.' 
Still  *t  is  God'3  hand  that  leadetb  me! 

2  Sometimes  'mid  scones  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  borers  bloom. 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea- 
Still  't  is  bis  hand  that  leadetb  me! 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine— 

•  tent,  whatever  lot  I  see. 
.Since  't  is  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 


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4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 


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IX  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  i 
There  my  Savior's  gjbne  before  m«-, 
To  fultill  my  bouTs  request; 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  you— 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  field  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

3  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient, 
In  that  holy  happy  land; 
There  is  rest,    Ac 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share, 
But  in  that  celestial  center, 
1  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear; 
There  is  rest,    &c. 

4  Sins:,  0  sine:,  ye  heirs  of  glory  ; 

Shoot  your  triumphs  as  you  go; 
Zion's  galea  will  open  for  you, 
You  shall  find  an  entrance  thro'; 
There  is  rest,   <fec. 


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2  Tell  me  the  story  slowly. 

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That  wonderful  redemption, 

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Tell  me  the  story  often. 

For  I  forget  so  soon  I 
The  "  early  dew  "  of  morning 

Has  passed  away  at  noon. 

3  Tell  me  the  story  softly. 

With  earnest  tones,  and  grave; 
mher !  I'm  the  sinner 

Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
Tell  met?) at  story  always, 

If  you  would  really  be, 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 

A  comforter  to  me. 

4  TeD  me  the  same  old  story, 

Whea  you  hare  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  me  too  dear. 
Yes,  and  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  drawing  on  my  soul. 
Tell  me  the  old.  old  story: 

"Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  who! 


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WORK,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
Work  through  the  morning  hoars; 
Work  while  the  clew  is  sparkling, 

Work  'mid  springing  flow'rs 
Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun ; 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man's  work  is  done. 


2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coining, 
Work  in  the  sunny  noon  ; 
FilJ  brightest  hoars  with  labor, 
Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 


HYMNS.  193 

Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store: 
Work,  for  the  ni-ht  is  ppming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

."i  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  the  daylight  fliee. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more; 
Work,  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

264.  •        7s,  6s  &  5s. 

FOLLOW  the  paths  of  Jesus, 
Walk  where  his  footsteps  lead, 
Keep  in  his  beaming  presence, 

Every  counsel  heed; 
"Watch,  while  the  hours  are  flying, 

Ready  some  good  to  do ; 
Quick,  while  his  voice  is  calling, 
Yield  obedience  true ! 

2  Cling  to  the  hand  of  Jesus, 

All  through  the  day  and  night, 
Dark  though  the  way,  and  dreary, 

lie  will  guide  you  right. 
Live  for  the  good  of  other.-. 

Helpless,  oppressed,  and  wrong, 
Lift  them  from  depths  of  sorrow, 

In  his  strength  be  strong ! 


EVEN  ME.    8s,  7s  &  3 


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265.  8s,  7s  &  3. 

LORD,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessing, 
Thou  art  scatt'rmg  full  and  free— 
Show'rs  the  thirsty  land  refreshing; 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me- 
dio.— Even  me,  even  mo. 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  God,  our  Father ! 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be; 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me — 
Even  me. 

3  Pass  me  not,  0  gracious  Savior ! 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee; 
For  I  am  longing  for  thy  favor; 

Whilst  thou  art  calling,  oh!  call  me— 
Even  me. 

4  Have  I  long  in  sin  been  sleeping — 

Long  been  slighting,  grieving  thee  ? 
Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping  ? 
Oh,  forgive,  and  rescue  me— 
Even  me. 

5  Pass  me  not,  0  mighty  Spirit ! 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 
Speak  some  word  of  power  to  me— 
Even  me. 


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PASS  me  not,  0  gentle  Savior, 
Hear  my  humble  cry; 
While  on  others  thou  art  smiling, 
Do  not  pu.<s  me  by. 
Cho—  Savior.  Savior,  hear  my  humble  cry, 
While  on  others  thou  art  calling* 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 

2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  rap'cy 

Find  a  sweet  relief, 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief. 

3  Trusting  only  in  thy  merits, 

Would  I  seek  thy  face. 
Heal  my  wounded*  broken  spirit, 
Save  me  by  the  grace. 

4  Thou  the  spring  of  all  my  comfort, 

More  than  life  to  mo, 
"Whom  have  I  on  earth  beside  thee, 
Whom  in  heaven  but  thee. 


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SHALL  we  gather  at  the  river, 
Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 

3  the  throne  of  God ! 
Y.  -.  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river, 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  Hows  by  tli"  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 

All  the  happy,  golden  day. 

3  On  the  bosom  of  the  river, 

Where  the  Savior-king  we  own, 

We  shall  meet,  and  sorrow  never, 

'Neath  the  glory  of  the  throne. 

4  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  I  v>ry  burden  down; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 

5  At  the  smiling  of  the  river. 

Rippling  with  the  Saviors  face, 

Saints,  whom  death  will  never  sever. 

Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 

in  Well  read)  the  shining  river, 

our  piLrrimage  will  cease; 
i  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. 


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/  'O  and  tell  Jesus,  weary,  sin-sick  soul; 

'  I  He'll  ease  thee  of  thy  'burden,  make  thee  whole ; 

Look  up  to  him,  he  only  can  forgive; 

Believe  on  him  and  thou  .shalt  surely  live. 
Cno. — Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive; 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  O,  turn  to  him  and  live! 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  po  and  tell  Jesus, 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive. 

2  Go  and  tell  Jesus,  when  your  sins  nrise 

Like  mountains  of  deep  puilt  before  your  eyes; 
His  blood  was  spilt,  his  precious  life  he  prave, 
That,  mercy,  peace,  and  pardon  you  might  have. 

3  Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he'll  dispel  thy  fears. 

Will  calm  lliy  doubts,  and  wipe  away  thy  tears; 
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WHEN  I  can  road  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies. 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Should  eartli  atrainst  my  soul  engage. 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

I.  •  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall: 

May  I  hut  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all, — 

shall  I' bathe  my  weary  soul 
Jii  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


OAK.    6s&4s. 


270 


IVrOVV  I  have  found  a  Friend, 

1\    Jesus  is  mine; 

His  love  shall  never  end, 

Jesus  is  mine: 
Tho?  earthly  joys  decrease, 
Tho'  earthly  friendships  cease, 
Now  I  have  testing  peace; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
Though  I  grow  taint  and  cold, 

Jesus  is  mine: 
He  shall  my  wants  supply; 
His  precious  Wood  is  nigh. 
Nought  can  my  hope  destroy; 

Jesus  is  mine : 


hymns.  201 


Li  When  etrUi  Bhall  pass  away, 

mine; 

In  tlif  great  judgm<  at  day, 

Jf.-u-  la  mine: 
o  what  a  glorious  thing, 
Then  to  behold  my  King, 
On  tuneful  harp  to  Bing, 
Jesus  ia  mine. 


!7 1 .  Cs  &  4<. 

I'M  but  a  stranger  hero, 
Beaven  is  my  home; 

Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 
Heaven  is  my  home: 

Danger  and  sorrow  stand 

Round  me  on  every  hand; 

Heaven  is  my  fatherland- 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home: 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home: 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There,  at  my  Savior's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
I  shall  be  glorified  — 

Heaven  is  my  home: 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best. 
And  there  I,  too.  shall  rest; — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 


ELLINWOOD.    S.  M. 


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|NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 
Nearer  my  home  am  I  to-day, 
Than  e'er  I  was  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns,- 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea: 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 
Wearing  my  starry  crown. 

4  Nearer  that  hidden  stream, 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 
Rolling  its  cold,  dark  waves  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

5  Jesus!  to  thee  I  cling: 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith  ; 
Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 
Press  through  the  stream  of  death. 


S.M. 


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' '    Winn  has  sank  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  wo  stand  with  Christ  in  .ulory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, 
Nut  till  then,  how  much  I  owe. 

2  When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own; 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinnin^  heart; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, 
Nut  till  then,  how  much  I  owe. 


3  When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hea* 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  mekxBons  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, 
Not  till  then,  how  much  I  owe. 


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On  thee,  my  Savior,  and  my  God ! 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away: 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 
Happy  day,  happy  day. 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love! 

Let  cheerful  ant h ems  fill  his  house. 

While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

Tis  done.  the  -Tent,  transact  ion's  done; 

I  am  my  Lor.d's,  and  lie  is  mine; 

He  drew  me  and  T  followed  on. 

Charmed  to  confess  tfte  name  divine. 

Now.  rest,  my  Ion  ^-divided  heart! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  center,  rest: 

With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 

When  called  on  amrels'  bread  to  feast. 


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5  High  Heaveu,  that  Iteard  the  solemn  vow, 

'I'll. it  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  !  bow, 
And  luesa  In  death  a  bond  bo  dear. 

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Clia  -I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee, 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary; 
Humbly  at  thy  cross  I  bow; 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee; 

Bong  has  evil  dwelt  within; 
Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me. 

I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin.     Oho. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  thee.— 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store: 
Soul  and  body  thine  to  be  -  • 
Wholly  thine  forevermore. — Cho. 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust: 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied: 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust; 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. — Giro. 

5  Jesus  conies!   he  tills  my  soul! 

Perfected  in  love  I  am: 
I  am  every  whit  made  whole; 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  !— Ciro. 


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I  LOVE  to  i. -li  the  story 
Of  tm8eeQ  things  above, 
Of  Jesjus  and  his  glory, 

I »:'  Jesus  and  his  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story 

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It  satisfies  my  longings 
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Cno.— I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

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To  tell  the  old.  old  story. 
1 1  Jesos  and  his  love! 

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More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  gulden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story 

It  did  so  much  for  me ! 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. — Cno. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the"  story: 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it. 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story: 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  word. — Cn< 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story: 

For  those  who  know  it  bi  st 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest 
Ami  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  new.  new  song, 
'Twill  be— the  old.  old  story 

That  I  have  loved  so  lorn;. --Cno, 


208 


ALL  TO  CHRIST  I  OWE. 


277. 

T  HEAR  the  Savior  say, 
I  Thy  strengtn  indeed  is  small: 
Child  of  weakness,  watch  and 
pray. 
Find  in  me  thine  all  in  all. 
Jesus  paid  it  all. 

All  to  hiin  I  owe; 
Sin  had  left  a  crimson  stain: 
He  wash'd  it  white  as  snow. 

Lord,  now  indeed  T  find 
Thy  faith,  and  thine  alone, 

Can  change  the  leper's  spots, 
And  melt  the  heart  cf  stone. 


3  For  nothing  good  have  I 

Whereby  thy  grace  to  claim— 
I'll  wash  my  garment  white 
In  the  blood  of  Calv'ry's  Lamb 

1  When  from  my  dying  bed 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  rise, 
Then  "Jesus  paid  it  all" 
Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. 

6  And  when  before  the  throne 
I  stand  in  him  complete, 
I'll  lay  my  trophies  down, 
All  down  at  Jesus  feet. 


ALMOST  PERSUADED,    r.r.B.  \,  ;  tr.  209 


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Seema  now  some  soul  to  say, 
'•Go  spirit.  :ro  thy  way. 
Some  more  convenient  day 
On  thee  I'll  call." 
•'Almost  persuaded,  "  come,  come,  to-day; 
••  Almost  persuaded."  turn  not  away. 
Jeans  tavftea  you  here, 
Angela  are  Hngting  near. 
Pray'rs  rise  from  hearts  so  dear; 

Oh,  wand'rer  come ! 
••  Almost  persuaded,"  harvest  is  past ! 
••  Almost  persuaded,"  doom  comes  at  last ! 
•;  Almost  "  cannot  avail, 
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Ij  Late,  late,  so  late!  but  we  may  enter  still; 
Late,  late,  so  late!  Late,  late,  so  late! 
But  we  may  enter  still,  But  we  may  enter  still. 

:io:— Too  late!  too  late!  ye  cannot  enter  now! 
Too  late!  too  late!  ye  cannot  enter  now! 

2  No  light !  so  late!  and  dark  and  chill  the  night ; 
O.  let  us  in,  that  we  may  find  the  light; 

0,  let  us  in,  O,  let  us  in. 

That  we  may  find  the  light.  That  we  may  find  the  ligli 

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LET  THE  LOWER  LIGHTS  BE  BURNINC.      211 


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But  to  us  he  nives  the  keeping 
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Cho:— Let  the  lower  lights  be  burning! 
Send  a  gleam  across  the  wave; 


212  HYMNS. 

Some  poor  fainting,  struggling  seaman 
You  may  rescue,  you  may  save. 

2  Dark  the  night  of  sin  lias  settled, 

Loud  the  angry  billows  roar: 

Eager  eyes  are  watching,  longing 

For  the  lights  along  the  shore 

Cho: — Let  the  lower  lights  be  burning!  &e. 

3  Trim  your  feeble  lamp,  my  brother, 

Some  poor  sailor,  tempest-tossed, 
Trying  now  to  make  the  harbor, 
In  the  darkness,  may  be  lost. 
('no:— Let  the  lower  lights  .be  burning!  &c. 


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HAVE  you  on  the  Lord  believed? 
Still  there's  more  to  follow: 
Of  his  ujace  have  you  received  ? 

Still  there's  more  to  follow. 
Oh,  the  grace  the  Fattier  shows! 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Freely  he  his  grace  bestows, 
Still  there's  more  to  follow. 
Cho:— More  and  more,  more  and  more. 
Always  more  to  follow. 
Oh.  his  matchless,  boundless  love! 
Still  there's  more  to  follow. 

2  Have  you  felt  the  Savior  near? 

Still  there's  more  to  follow ; 
Does  his  blessed  presence  cheer? 

Still  there's  more  to  follow. 
Oh,  the  love  that  Jesus  shows ! 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Freely  he  his  love  bestows, 

Still  there's  more  to  follow.     Cho:— 

3  Have  you  felt  the  Spirit's  power? 

Still  there's  more  to  follow. 
Falling  like  the  gentle  shower? 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Oh.  the  power  the  Spirit  shows  ! 

Still  there's  more  to  follow, 
Freely  he  his  power  bestows. 

Still  there's  more  to  follow.     Cho:- 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

2.  L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven  ! 

3.  C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore ! 

4.  C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord  ! 

5.  S.  M. 

THE  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit  we  adore; 
AVe  praise,  we- bless,  we  worship  thee, 
Both  now  and  evermore  ! 

6.  S,  II 

TO  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  -eternity ! 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Hymn. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King 77 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 66 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 186 

Alas :  and  did  my  Savior  bleed '>'■'> 

Alas !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 137 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jeans1  name 38 

Almighty  God,  in  hnmble  prayer 56 

Almost  persuaded  now  to  believe 278 

Always  with  us.  always  with  us 240 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 118 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 69 

Another  six  days1  work  is  done 191 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 60 

!  blessed  sleep  ! 242 

As  punts  the  hait  for  cooling  streams 139 

my  soul !  my  joyful  powers 121 

Awake,  and  sing  the  s'onu" 42 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 209 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 120 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays 23 

thy  cross,  my  dyinir  Lord 167 

I  a  BtrangQF  at  the  door 156 

I  the  throne  of  2-race 9 

ig  hearts,  defiled  by  sin 80 

sons  of  God ! 1  V.\ 

1  fountain,  full  of  grace  ! Rfi 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 

"-  the  tie  that  binds 203 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 127 

Breast  the  wave.  Christian 124 

brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 224 

Brightly  beams  our  Father's  mercy 280 


216  INDEX   OF   FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

;  hy  burden  on  the  Lord \  SJ 

sase,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 237 

( 'hild  oi  Bin  and  sorrow Ill 

I  !li  rist  for  the  worl<  I  yie  sin^ 217 

l  tome,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  clove 51 

l  loine  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls Kil 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  clove 40 

( tome*  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 17 

•(  sin  \  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 1 B 

( tome,  my  soul !  thy  suit  prepare 7;» 

i  tome,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 4."< 

'  tome,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed 102 

■■  !iue,  we  who  love  the  Lord 112 

Came,  ye  disconsolate!  where'er  ye 17:; 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 100 

Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 57 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 1)4 

Delay  not,  delay  not;  0  sinner 158 

Depth  of  mercy !—  can  there  be 71 

Dici  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? :;  i 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord s  \ 

Early,  my  God !  without  delay 138 

Father  of  love  and  power 218 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 1,^7 

Fat  her !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 83 

Follow  the  paths  of  Jesus 264 

Forever  with  the  Lord 200 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  Bkies 1 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows afl 

F  orn  Greenland's  toy  mountains 1 74 

;■     ,:ii  the  crQSSI  uplilted  high  .  .    .  .  142 

Gently,  Lord  !  oh.  gently  lead  us lo."» 

me  ill"  wings  fif  faith  to  rise 138 

lorious  tilings  of  thee  are  spoken 103 

-dory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 210 

Go  tnd  tell  Jesus,  weary  sin-sick  soul 2os 

I  i:>.  labor  on:  spend  and  be  spent 54 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 148 

I  (less  our  native  land  ! 2 1  :> 


in;  •  217 

Jli/mn. 

r,  his  mercy  brightens  11 

God  is  ui"  refuse  of                      88 

-  way. 

/.  my  life;  through  all  my  days 52 

a  charnn:.                      43 

!  how  infinite  art  thou !   3 

. .  evening  song 

I   hand 222 

■            reat  Jehovah 28 

inted  177 

soul !  it  is  the  Lonl 

-  mil  harps  and  voices 16 

m  Mil  tii"                         226 

.  ( )  sinner,  now  be  wise 72 

Hash-,  trav'ler  haste,  the  night  cornea  on 1 63 

179 

you  on  the  Lord  believed? 2-1 

a<>.  relent,  relent Ill 

•  Iriii  me!  n  blessed  thought 260 

lest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 

dm  and  beautiful  the  morn 

harming  is  

Qg  and  how  kind 2:;o 

irra  a  foundation,  ye  saints 115 

amands 99 

•us  is  the  book  divine  185 

How  shall  the  young  a  cure  their  hearts 188 

-  tunds 25 

to  leave  the  world  awhile 212 

■•  ming  to  the  cross 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 134 

I'm  but  a  Btranger  here 271 

>t  always  trace  the  way . 

R  human  kindness             eturn  2:;i 

If  through  unruffi               131 

I  hear  the  S 277 

I  know  thai  my  Redeemer  lives 108 

thy  kingdom,  Lord 113 

al  a  while  away 207 

to  tell  the  story  . . .  \   

In  heavenly  love  abiding 126 

Christian's  home  in  glory 2G1 


218  INDEX   OF    FIRST   LINES. 

Hymn. 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory  90 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God J 17 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 74 

I  would  love  thee  God  and  Father 102 

Jerusalem !  my  happy  home 132 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 53 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 144 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul .' . ..  37 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 183 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seeu 96 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 26 

Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts .....:    164 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well  10 

Jesus,  who  on  Calvary's  mountain 106 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the'Lord  is  come ! . . .  15 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 171 

Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation 145 

Late,  late,  so  late !  and  dark  the  night  and  chill 277 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind 13 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 101 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 250 

Lord,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessing 265 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 206 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through 6 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 196 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 146 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 20 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints  259 

More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee ISO 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 220 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by " 25-8 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 34 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 117 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 213 

My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name 82 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 92 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be B6 

My  God !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 22 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need 107 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 1-2 

My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 114 


anna  op  first  um  21  i) 

jii/mit. 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 11 

•  iuli  not  thy  life 123 

Musi  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 135 

149 

U  the  i'ioo>l  "l  beasts 32 

1  have  found  a  Friend i^tm 

..m  labor  and  from  can' 211 

0  Christ  will)  each  returning  morn :;.". 

not  let  the  word  depart L52 

s  that  an-  weary,  and  hearts  that 116 

leath  thy  guiding  hand 211 

:.  our  h«  lp  in  ages  past 24 

0  Lord,  I  would  « i « - i i — 1  ■  t  in  thee '.'.". 

clour  God,  arise  180 

<  >  Lord  :  thy  work  revive 201 

.■.1  Head  once  wonnded 233 

< )  th-.it  -rent  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 03 

O  thou  that  nearest   prayer  7 

0  thou  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith 251 

O  turn  ye.  oh  turn  ye.  for  why  will  ye  die 159 

Oh,  cease  my  wandering  bouI !'7 

oh.  could   [speak  the  matchless  worth 44 

<  »h.  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 254 

(  Mi.  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 75 

■r  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 110 

( hi,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 21 

oh.  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 221 

Oh.  for  the  death  of  those 245 

Oh  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 89,  274 

•  hee,  Christian,  on  thy  way  119 

Oh.  tell  me,  thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul 110 

Oh.  that  I  could  forever  dwell 50 

Oh.  that  1  knew  the  secret  place 61 

Oh.  where  shall  rest  he  found    33 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 189 

2    ig  seas  1  rode 14 

nin  thought 272 

one  there  is  above  all  others 47 

thy  name 223 

ne  not,  0  gentle  Savior 266 

le  of  the  living  God 198 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  1  lessin«rs  Cow.. 2 


220  ISDEX   OF    FIRST   LINES. 

Hymn. 

Praise,  oh.  praise  the  name  divine 228 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise  227 

Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return io.s 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings im 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me ...     38 

Safely  through  another  week 190 

Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound 19 

Savior,  breathe  an  evening  blessing . .    216 

Savior,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us ...  ~. 12 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 158 

Serene  I  laid  me  down. 204 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 207 

Show  pity,  Lord!  O  Lord  forgive 70 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 238 

Softly  fades  the  twilight    pay 195 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 1  i)7 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise L29 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise   184 

Sovereign  of  worlds !  display  thy  power 1 82 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 130 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 202 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 128 

Stand  up  !  stand  up  for  Jesus    .". 12,". 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ;>.» 

Sweet -is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve: l'.'l 

Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die 23d 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 193 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing . 10 ! 

Tarry  with  mo,  O  my  Savior 239 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 262 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 217 

The  day  is  past  ami  gone   07 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 136 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  he  makes  me  repose 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is 

The  morning  light  is  breaking .   170 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 

The  Savior  calls— let  every  ear 1 7 '» 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts os 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep •'.;'>  t 


INDKX   OP   KIM  I    :. 

There  ia  a  land  of  pur.-  delight   . . 

I         is  a  Mintum  filled  with  bipod, 

55 

ia  none  other  Dame  than  thine L57 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  

Thia  is  not  ray  \<  

«1  gone  to  the  grave  I  but  we 

Thou  art   the  way,  to  thee  a   >ne     170 

if  my  heart 

iftea  here  we're  weary 257 

me  on 214 

Time  ia  winging  us  away 

v  the  faith  of  i"  -  .     65 

160 

'air  and  large  

Dm,  m\  Savior.  -  G'> 

a,  faithful  tomb 241 

.man.  tell  ua  of  the  nighl       



welcome,  di  

noabiding  city  here  

i   L55 

When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God  i 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

When  I  survey  the  wondro  ' 

When  languor  an  -      uvajie 232 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 

When  thou,  my  right*  .  Bhalt  come : 

3  near.    :•> 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light. 

Whither,  oh,  whither  should  I  fly 215 

Who,  0  Lord,  when  i'  

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  c    ea 

With  joy  we  meditate  

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 172 

for  the  night  is  coming 

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tched.  hungry,  

■  :■  me.  forine  he  careth -K 


METRICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


L.  M. 

Bristol 

Dirge  

Email 

Federal  Street 

Hamburg 30, 

Happy  day 

Hebron    

He  leadeth  me 

Loving  kindness 

Migdol 

Missionary  chant 

Old  Hundred 

Rest 

Retreat 

Rockingham 

Rolland 

Stonefield 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 

Truro 

Uxbridge 

Ward 

Ware 

Wells 

Windham • 

Woodworth 

Zephyr  52, 

C.  M. 

Antioch 

Auld  lang  syne 

Azmon 

Balerma     

Bradford 

China 

Christmas 8! 

Coronation 

Cowper 

Dedham 

Downs *v\ 

Dundee 

Evan 50, 

Heber 24 

Howard 

Lanesboro 

Maitland 

Manoah 

Mediield 


*age.  ■  Page. 

Naomi 64 

10(5  Oitonville 2Q 

170  Pcterboro 8fi 

42  St.  Martins 6 

8  Tappau 188 

120  Windsor 170 

201  Woodstock 140 

150,  Variua 180 


187 


S.  M. 


.^Badea 41.  13J 

]d8Bonar 1*2 

10 

74 

202 

54 


^Dennis 

«]  Ellin  wood, 
*°  Kentucky . 


44 


Laban 90 


14b  Lisbon 142 

,)C  Olmutz  28,  144 

St.  Thomas 84 

174 


49 

^u  Shawmut. ... 
l\\  Silver  Street. 

6^!  Thatcher 96 

"5  H.  M. 

gQ  Lenox 94 

jo^  Zebuh>n 9 

11s  C.  P.  M. 

.Ariel 38 

1G  Meribah 178 

199  C.  L.  M. 

18  Hastings 160 

6s  &  4s. 

America 1 54 

Amoy 117 

Ava BJ 

Bethany 110 

Italian  Hymn 1 53 

Olivet 108 

Oak 200 

7s. 

Aletta 109 

Eltham 130 

Fulton 62 

Hendon   i. 14,  66 

Martyn 32 

Morning  Star 70 


ISDKX 
/' 

Nuremberg 

Pleyel'e  Hymn 

lines) 

.... 
Seymour 



Zado*.-  (•;  lines) 

8s  &  7s. 

Bartimeus. 

race 



aville 

11 



.Mount  Vernon 

NVttl.t.'ii 



weary 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river. . . 

re 

Sicily 

Worthing 

8tockwell. 

8s  7s  &  4. 

Alvan  

Segur 

Zion 

8s7s&3. 

Even  nif 


8s  &4. 


Page. 


Vn\ 


in. 


1(14 

m  3s  &  5. 

10." 

7s&6s. 

,,,,  Amsterdam 112 

Iwln - 

M  latonarj  Hymn 126 


•  t  i->  .-t  in  heaven 

old,  «.ld  story 

.  ■  is  winging 

7s6s&5. 
40  Work  for  the  night  is  coming. 
168 


168 

1-4 
190 
177 


192 


198 


91 


10s. 

and  tell  Jesus 

10s  lls&  12s. 

i! 

lis. 

filiation 116 

162  Home 186 

Portuguese  Hymn 86 

J  lls&IOs. 

J3  Aurora 158 

me  ye  disconsolate 126 

lM>  Shepherd 82 

12s. 

190  Scotland 172 


ALPHABETICAL  I.N'DEX  OF  TUXES. 


Aletta 

All  to  Christ  I  owe.  ... 

persuaded 

Alvan 

America 

Amoy 

Amsterdam 112  China 

Autioch 16  Christina 


Page. ,  Page. 

H  j.j  Bartimeus 69 

206  Bethany 110 

nar 182 

18  Bradford 81 

lg4  Bristol 166 

117  Boylston 10 

173 

88,  98 


Ariel 38  Come  ye  disconsolate 126 

Aurora 158  Coronation 34 

Ava 83  Oowper 27 

Auldlangsyne ^Dedham 122 

Azmou !«  Dennis ' 74 

Badea 41, 131|Dirge 176 

Balerma 58  Dorrnance 175 


224  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 

Page. 

Downs 46,  134 

Dundee 23 

EUesdie lot; 

Ellinwood 202 


Page. 

Pass  me  not 195 

Passion  Chorale 165 

Paul 91 

Peterboro 35 


Eltham 130 

Email 42 

Evan 50,  162 

Even  me 194 

Expostulation  116 

Federal  Street 8 

Fulton 62 

do  and  tell  Jesus 198 

goodwill 92,  128 


Pleyel's  Hvmn. . , 


56 


Greenville 

Hamburg 30, 

Happy  Day 

Harwell 

Hastings  

Heber 24,  127 

Hebron 150 

He  leadeth  me 187 

Heudon 14,  66 

Home 186 

Howard 72 


Italian  Hymn 153 

Jaynes 40 

Kentucky 54 

Laban 90 

Lanesboro 102 

Lenox 94 

Lisbon 142. 

Loving  kindness 22 


Portuguese  Hyrn^ 

Beet 171 

Rest  for  the  weary 188 

Retreat 48 

Rockingham 44 

Holland 148 

Bosefleid 104 

Sabbath i:>7 

St   Martins 6 

St.  Thomas H4 

Scotland 172 

Segur    20 

Seymour 140 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river . . .  196 

Shawmut 174 

Shepherd 82 

Shining  Shore 185 

Sicily 159 

Silver  Street 36 

152 

-.;  Stoneneld 156 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 49 

Sweet  rest  in  heaven 184 


Tappan 183 

Thatcher 96 

The  old,  old  story 190 

Time  is  winging 177 

Toplady  33,208 

Too  late 210 


Maitlaud lOOjTruro .-.     95 

Manoah 164J Trusting 205 

Martyu- ^Unwin 71 


Medfield 80 

Meribah 178 

Migdol 138 

Missionary  Chant 132 

Missi<  inary  Hymn 126 

Morning  Star 70 

Mount  Vernon 168 

Naomi 64 

Nettletou 39 


Nuremberg. . . 

Oak 

Old  Hundred. 

Olivet 

Olmutz 

Ortonville  — 
Ovio 


Uxbridge 114 

Varina 180 

Ward 68 

Ware 113 

Wells 15 


Windham 60 

Windsor 176 

Woodstook 146 

161  Woodworth 124 

2oo  Work  for  the  night  is  coming.  192 

§  Worthing 76 

lOSCZadoc 149 

144Zebulon 9 

2()/.phyr 52,  118 

12-Zion 136 


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